It’s funny as I get older I notice in my mind I have two homes. My home in Waco, where I attend school, and my home where I grew up in Glen Rose. It’s an odd feeling to be in Glen Rose and actually miss my home in Waco because it hasn’t been my home as long as my place in Glen Rose has. I sit here and write these thoughts out wondering if I’m the only one feeling this way about places. I sometimes think about the amount of time I’ve spent in different places and when it really becomes a “home” in mine, or other’s, minds. When I was younger, my family and I would go to the Virgin Islands for Christmas just about every year. Occasionally, I feel like St. John was my home too and miss it terribly the same way I miss being in Glen Rose when I’m in Waco or vice versa.
The amount of times I say I’m leaving Texas as soon as I graduate is countless, but then I have moments like these where I miss the wide open spaces. Something a speaker said this semester that really stuck with me was that “Texas will always be there for you.” Think about that for a minute. It’s kind of poetic in a sense. I feel like we only have a short amount of time on this Earth and there are million of places and things to see. Why not go see and do everything we possibly can. My family and Texas will always be there waiting for me when I do feel like coming home. I wanted nothing more than to share that with as many as I could because it struck me in such a positive way. Let me know if anyone has done something similar for you.