I always assumed I would only move back to Texas when I was ready to retire. This past week has convinced me otherwise. I finally learned what it means to call someplace home. Home was nowhere and everywhere to me before. But now when I try to think about what makes Texas home, I become speechless. I cannot find the right words to describe exactly what makes it so comfortable. Don't get me wrong. I love New York, but Texas. Now that's where I really belong. I don't get excited by a gang of overdressed New York gals. I do find a sweet old couple in cowboy boots just heart melting.
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