there comes a day, about once a month where i shed a small tear because of how much i miss my spunky southern state and everything it means to me. i miss the weather, the food, being able to confidently stretch both your arms out to the sides and have a spin without crashing into a skyscraper or worse yet - a disgruntled new yorker. mostly though, i miss the people. both the everyday strangers you interact with in passing and obviously my dear friends.
i spent four years 1,589 miles away from the only home i had ever known and never felt as from texas as i feel now.
new york is great, but it's hard...there's comfort in knowing the lone star state isn't going anywhere soon. i can always go home.
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