{h}ome.

We spent two weeks in Minnesota.
It was great to see my mom.
My family.
My dearest friends.

But I was surprised how ready
at the end of those two weeks
I was to get back to Texas.

To come home.

I was sad to leave my friends again.
And the cooler temperatures.

But I have come to realize that this is my home now.
Texas.
It is where I hang my proverbial hat.
Where my family is.
Therefore, where my heart is.

It is more than just the place I live.

Minnesconsin is where I come from.
Where I will always belong.

The home that I will find with my eyes closed.
Backwards.
Through heavy rain in the dead of night.

It is nice to belong here, too.
To feel comfortable in two spaces
simultaneously.

To fit.
Here.

I know I won't feel this way forever.
There will come a day when I won't be able to wait
to move back.
To the snow
the frigid temps
the amazing summers.

(okay. NOT the frigid temps. I will never miss those.)

I finally understand all the cliches
about home.

I am living them.
And I am not afraid to say it.

On another note...

I am getting ready for Longhorns football.
Really ready.
I might finally become a fan of college ball..

Cheers,
A