There’s plenty of hospitality and friendliness and smiles in Texas, that’s true. The visits with friends and family are welcomed fun and needed. The familiarity of what I once considered home, comforts my soul, like putting on a worn jacket when that first chill of fall makes it’s presence known.
I’m keeping my heart open to the realities of my life. There was a time when I struggled to find a place to call home. I longed to find a place to hang my hat, to grow roots, but no more. I’m not running anymore. I have found my places to be, my places to visit with the people I love and cherish. Home for me is my loved ones. The ones who make my heart sing.
I was born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas, and I moved only once at the age of 5 to a town 10 minutes away. Most of the first half of my life, I lived in one house. That was a stable time, in a small world.
I didn’t even dream of the rest of the world that was out there and that I would later have so many addresses in it. From the Pacific coast to the Atlantic and back again, I ask myself, “Has the journey come to an end in Seattle, Washington?” “Are we home yet?”
My adult life has been filled with new experiences, cultures, climates and terrain and though, slow, I’ve adapted to most, and some of the places I’ve even loved, but I’m ready to settle down. Or am I?
I’ve lived in these places:
Texas, California, New York, New Jersey, Colorado and Washington