Not that anyone reads this any more, but for the sake of posterity, I thought I'd check in, if for no other reason that to just sweep up some of the dust that has accrued in our fair cyber home here.
It's Sunday morning. The house is quiet except for the soft clatter of the keyboard as I type this. Both the girls are in bed and I am happy to let them sleep in as late as they want. When they wake up, I'll make them a comfort food breakfast (pancakes and turkey bacon) then we'll just hang out for a few hours before we have to take Megan back to the airport. I love times like this, when it's just me alone with my thoughts.
Well, as you all of course know, I am headed back home. Again. And this time I think I'll stay. Mind you, I'm not committing to staying in
Houston; I may yet settle in Austin or back in San Antonio, but I won't leave Texas again. If there's one thing the past few years have taught me is that you should NEVER underestimate home and its pull on you. Even though I have been in Florida, my heart was always back home in Texas.
It seems like the last few years, beginning with dad dying and then on through the awfulness that was my divorce, have . . . well, I don't really know how to describe it. I don't want to say that it put me in spiral, because my life isn't like that. But it has changed me. I don't exactly know how, but it has changed me.
Robbie, thank you for agreeing to help me move. Mark, again, I am so sorry to hear about Rachel. I know she suffered for a long time and that she's in a better place, but that doesn't take the sting out of losing her. You and Natalie are in our prayers. Mikey, hope you had a nice birthday. I am looking forward to being closer to you all.
I will sign off with a photo of me and Courtney on the beach, taken a few weeks ago:
See you all soon.
