Then, this summer, we went on our usual trip to visit my Grampa, and when we came back, I noticed something.
I had missed Texas.
I had missed seeing the skyline of Dallas coming into view and knowing that it meant I was almost home. I had missed the akward, randomly barren, randomly woodsy terrain. I had missed all the buildings and stuff that I see every day.
And this past cold spell? The cold spells I usually ADORE and never want to go away? I found myself longing for the triple-digit Texas summer that I know is coming.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? It's taken me eighteen years to finally realize I actually love it here, and don't want to leave. I attribute this to being stuck here with no escape for so long that the whole place, stupid, cracked-out weather included, has become like a huge, familiar security blanket. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I moved to a place where the weather was actually consistent from day to day. Or where there weren't the occasional stupid references to rodeos and longhorns and stuff.
So, yep, this is my official declaration: I love ya, Texas, and I don't plan on leaving you any time soon, if ever.