Wednesday, March 25, 2015


A few weeks ago I had a string of bad days. I was sick. I was emotional. I was alone. It was the first time that I realized how alone I really am.
And I'm not trying to get all depressing on you. I know that I have great friends and family (and readers!) who care. I know that I'm not alone in that sense. I mean physically. Literally.
There were things that I had to do that week that seem so minuscule now but were huge daunting tasks to conquer then.
But I did it. I survived. And I survived on my own!
I'm learning (or trying) to appreciate and grow in these times of solitude.
In previous moves, I spent so much energy resenting the fact that I had left my family and friends, my place of comfort.
I don't want to waste another second doing that.
And as I sit here, alone, writing at the beach, listening to the waves crash, I remember that this place, this crazy island that I live on, is truly magical.
Yes, I would prefer to share my moments here with an awesome person or amazing people. But until then, I can't let this magic pass me by.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Spring in Texas

Most people that live away from "home" reach the peak of their homesickness during the holiday season.
All of their family and friends are gathering in their hometown. They want to be there, surrounded by their loved ones and all of that holiday cheer stuff.
I get that.
But for me, I miss Texas the most in the springtime.
The rodeos and music festivals. The patio weather, cook-offs, and crawfish boils.
The bluebonnets and the quest to find the perfect spot for a picture.
These are just some of the things that I crave when spring hits.
These are just some of the things that I love about Texas.