Here is a fun fact. I’ve never lived more than 363 miles from home. To be exact, outside of my college years, I’ve always lived exactly 363 miles from my childhood home in Kansas City, Kansas.
My first job after graduating college landed me a job at a Weather Service Meteorological Observatory in southwest Kansas. My apartment was 363 miles away from my parents’ driveway. A couple years later, my next job took me to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. To my surprise, on the first visit from Sioux Falls to Kansas City I found that I added exactly 363 miles to my truck’s odometer.
I never planned to stay in Sioux Falls and my goal as a young adult was always to return home to Kansas City. After a quarter century of living in this South Dakota city, I’ve come to realize my plans to return to Kansas are likely to never be realized. But you know what, I’m OK with that because Sioux Falls has treated me well. Now, when I visit family and friends in Kansas City, I refer to Sioux Falls as home. Sioux Falls is where I married, prospered in my career, made great friends, and am currently raising a teenage son. My life would be a sad one if I considered my only home to be where where I grew up and not where I have lived most of my life.
The best part, 363 miles from home works both ways. I’ve never lived more than 363 miles from my Kansas City home. I’m also never more than 363 miles from my Sioux Falls home when I’m visiting Kansas City. The number 363 is a magical number to me.