Something historical is happening today. For the first time in 50 years, the Kansas City Chiefs are playing in the Super Bowl. Now I want to be completely transparent on this subject: I do not care about sports. I know the very basic concept of football. Get the ball from one end to the other to score a touchdown and then dance, right? But it’s not the game that matters; I was raised KC and I love my city.
Kansas City is a culturally rich city that doesn’t get the credit it deserves. From the art district in the Crossroads to the party life at the Power and Light District to the parks and suburbs all around the city, there is always something going on. Catch a ride on the Mamba at World’s of Fun or get a true scare at one of our many world famous haunted houses in the West Bottoms. And don’t even think you can visit Kansas City without eating some bomb-ass BBQ while sipping on the latest Boulevard brew.
Growing up here, I never realized how wonderful the city truly was. But as I grew older, and traveled to other major cities, I came to appreciate my hometown. It may have its flaws, but it is home. And the older I get, I realize it’s not the things to do here that make the city so wonderful, but the people in it. We are an open and accepting union of people. You already belong before you even arrive. You are now KC.
So as Chiefs Kingdom takes over Miami, I get to witness an entire city of different people come together. The city is alive. The city is united. The city is on fire! I was raised KC and I will die KC.
Life is hectic. No matter what you do. For me, well, I’m a mom of two young boys living in the countryside, working a full-time job, married to my best friend, and might be slightly makeup obsessed. I’m here to share my experiences, my fears, my dreams, and what little tips and tricks I’ve picked up along the way.