Yesterday and today were rest days in Kansas City. My time here can be summarized as: doctor’s visit, sleeping in and staying up, coffee dates and shopping, city exploration at an unhurried pace, and calling friends and family I haven’t connected with in too, too long. We said goodbye to Vincent this morning, and sent him off to med school with our love and a cowboy hat.
The days have been slow, but I can barely remember what happened earlier today, or yesterday, or the day before that. Truth be told, this past week on the trip has been rough for me. I’m feeling somewhat burnt out, and more homesick than usual.
I’ll use this blog post as a short, official update, one that’s been long overdue. I haven’t been biking since Day 18, all the way back when we were in Utah. At first it was because of the issues with my left knee. Now, it’s in part because of a minor hip injury I got when Ody was rear-ended two weeks ago in Denver. Biking is out of the question for me. So sometimes—a lot of the time—I don’t know what I’m still doing on the trip.
Still, I’m really grateful for my teammates who have never made me feel like I don’t belong here. For a brief while here in Kansas City, I considered flying myself home, but my teammates have shown such consistent determination to keep me here (and also prevent me from hurting myself further) that I’ve fully dismissed that crazy thought.
Kansas City has been wonderful. We had the best time last night when we went out for authentic KC BBQ as Vincent’s sendoff meal. I went to the Nelson Atkins Art Museum, which I’ve been wanting to do ever since our arrival, with Joel and Sophia today. Later, Aja, Timothy, and Parth went roller skating in the city, which sounded like a whole lot of fun. I’m opting for a short blog post to try to get some more sleep—good night, talk later!
Katherine