BBQ, Sunflowers, and the World's Cutest Niece

Applying for a new job means filling out placement surveys.
1st choice: New York City. It's probably where I would be placed, should I get the job. I taught here. They know me. I know people here. It makes sense.
2nd choice: Kansas City. Never ever in my life did I think I would volunteer to go back to the state where I grew up. But there's something about the possiblity of watching a little girl grow up, if only for a little while, that appeals to me. Maybe I won't get the job. Maybe I'll get placed in New York. Maybe I'll get my third choice, or my fourth....or maybe I'm supposed to go back.