Texas, My Texas
This afternoon I closed the door to my Houston apartment for the final time, to head east. Moving is never easy, and although I hope with each move it would get easier, goodbyes are terrible. As I packed up the final things and drove on white expressways that show off the expansive sky, I realized that this isn't goodbye. I will always carry Texas in my heart.
No other state has charmed her way into my heart, as Texas has, and trust me our relationship had a tumultuous beginning. Perhaps I stayed too long, but the enthusiasm of her people has worn off on me and she will always be Texas, my Texas.