As I sat in my room this weekend removing my belongings from every imaginable hiding space, I came across a drawer full of photo albums and pictures from, oh I don't know, my entire life history. And of course what should have taken me an hour or so to pack these certain items turned into 3-4 hours due to the slightly large detour I took down memory lane. And then it hit me like a pile of bricks..."I am really leaving," I thought to myself.
I don't think it has really sunk in yet that I am moving to an entirely different state in an entirely different region of the country...in less than a few weeks. It was only when I actually began the first step of the moving process (packing) that I realized how many wonderful people, places and memories I will be leaving behind.
I love Texas so much. Texans are some of the nicest people you will ever meet in your life, and I was blessed to be born and raised in a state that is full of them. I don't know what the future holds for me in Chicago but I do know one thing...Texas and its people will always hold a special place in my heart no matter what state, country, or continent God places me in. I am excited beyond measure to move to Chicago and begin this new chapter in my life. And maybe I will fall in love with the Windy City and never want to leave, but there will always be a part of me that will miss Texas and every aspect about it. Gertrude Stein once said "America is my country, but Paris is my home." And maybe someday I will feel that same and be able to say "Texas is my state, but Chicago is my home." Cheers to anyone who has ever lived...and loved in Texas!
P.S. The picture is of me and my big sisters...I am the cute one on the right :)
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