Many of my adoring public have been asking for the scoop on my decision to come on back to Dallas. I have emails and voicemails to return, so I thought I would be lazy and share it here on my blog.
Frankly, I miss home. Houston has been a wonderful and rich experience. I have made friends that I know will be lifelong friends. I am not worried about a four hour stretch of highway changing those relationships. But along this journey I have learned a lot about myself. Mostly that I want passion. Not like that. Perverts.
I want to be passionate about the things I am doing, the life I am leading and where I am heading. I’ve enjoyed my work here and absolutely love the people that I work with – they are fun, energetic and wicked smart.
With all the things going in my life, now seemed like the stupidest possible time to make a big change. So I did. Cause that’s how I roll. If it seems like the worst possible plan ever – then I want to try to do it. There isn’t a big mystery or dramatic diagnosis or anything like that. Very simply I found the courage to take one of Frost’s “Two Roads that Diverged in a Wood”… mine just happens to be Interstate 45 North.
I have no idea where this road will take me except home. I don’t know what work I’ll do – I am considering a whole bunch of things. Maybe I’ll be like the chick in Eat Pray Love and just take off and travel for a year. However, I don’t know if there is a Four Seasons in Bali. Maybe I’ll try to write the great American novel. Maybe, I’ll run a marathon. Okay, a half marathon. I don’t know. I just know that wherever this road is leading that I am surrounded by family and friends that love me and support me. Especially my brother-in-law who is giving me a home for a while. Bless his heart, he’s never seen sisters fight. This could be interesting.
For most of this year, I have longed to be back in Dallas. Each time I went home the trip was more and more bittersweet. I love seeing everyone and hated to leave. I would cry most of the way back to Houston and it would take me about a week to get over being homesick.
Two years ago I took a chance and moved to a new place and tried new things. I am forever changed by the people I’ve met … “as iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another – Proverbs 27:17”. I don’t want to undo any of these changes, forget any of my moments or memories and I would not erase a single experience from the past two years.
To each of you in Houston that have been a part of my life here (however long or short) – I will forever owe you a debt of gratitude – for your generous acceptance, for your laughs, for challenging me in new ways, for sharing in each of my new experiences, for growing my faith, for reading this blog, for comforting me in times of need and homesickness, for embracing the crazy of me, for sharing of yourself, but most of all, for loving me without question.
P.S. And don't worry Houstonians… you've still got a month of my crazy and Dallasites, you still have a month to prepare for my crazy.