This has been a rather rough weekend. My little brother is moving back to Texas tonight, and I’m really going to miss him. We’re pretty close, and he’s one of my best friends. Not that I blame him for moving back. I miss it, too, even though I like it here. It’s hard, though. Here, I have my parents, a job that I really like, and I’ve always liked this area. But Texas…will always be home. My friends are there, friends that I really, really miss sometimes. And the culture is totally different there. Much more normal to me. 🙂 It’s funny, some of the things I miss, from the music on the radio to the wonderful Mexican food. And don’t even get me started on spring. Springtime in Texas is beautiful, with the Indian paintbrushes and the bluebonnets blooming. I get really homesick in the spring.
But I’ve had so much more time to write here. Part of that is the job I have has normal hours, part of it is me focusing so much on the writing. Regardless, I’ve gotten a ton of things done in the year since we moved here, and I’ve gotten all sorts of fodder for stories. Guess things are just on a downswing right now.
On the up side, my BFF had her son last night, so I’d like to say a big hello to little Rowan. I can’t wait to see him! (Have a trip all planned for next month.) Until then, I’ll just have to admire his pictures.