Missing Texas...

I was almost 21 the first time I moved away from home. A native Californian, I picked up and relocated to Texas to be with a man I met on the internet. It was a radial thing to do in 1999, when there was no such thing as eHarmony or Match. We met randomly and I took my chances. Divorcing and blinded by youthful recklessness, I went.

It was just a few short days after Memorial Day in 2015 when I moved away from home again. We left Texas on May 28, 2015. It was another adventure, one I was happy to be having, however difficult it was. I wasn't quite as overcome by the adventure as I was when I was 21, but I was ready for a change all the same.

Now that it's been a year since we left Texas, I realize that I took Texas for granted. I miss my friends there, but I also just miss Texas. I miss the food and the cities, the people... everything but the weather, really. I want to go see Amanda and Karen, have dinner with Tommy, drop by to visit Melanie. I want to go to the drive-in and museums in Fort Worth. I want to shop at Central Market and have some really excellent Tex-Mex. I want the little towns with their town squares and Granbury at Christmastime. I want to go to Waco and walk on the suspension bridge at night. I want to visit Lover's Leap at Cameron Park where Matt proposed to me all those years ago.

I want Texas back.


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