I may be insane.
See, long before I got pregnant I was missing home. I live in a beautiful place with incredible weather (today doesn’t count) and tons of fun things to do. Colorado is a wonderful place to live, there’s no doubt, but there’s one thing it’s not: it’s not Texas. And because it’s not Texas it just doesn’t feel like home. This feeling of homesickness is only being exacerbated by the increasing amount of pregnancy hormones coursing through my body which, coupled by crazy heightened emotions, only leads to one thing: crying. Lots of it.
Lately I’ve been doing super smart things like listening to Texas country, listening to Simon & Garfunkel radio on Pandora (which reminds me of my parents & sister), looking at old maps of Texas, and reminiscing about road trips through the plains and hills of Texas. Which, you know, is super smart considering I likely won’t be going back until several months from now. More crying.
Part of me wonders if I’ll ever live there again. And then I look out the window at the beautiful mountains that surround us and think about how life ain’t so shabby here either. It’s beautiful, I DO love it, and we have incredible friends.
But it ain’t Texas.