Texas Bound

The house is in utter chaos, nothing can be found, tripping over boxes and packing supplies I am doing my best to keep the end goal in mind – our new beautiful house on the hill surrounded by trees in Northeast Texas. Six years of living in the desert are enough for me. I miss the grass, trees, and the color green. I miss variety in architecture. I miss the feeling of living in and being a part of a community.

Phoenix offers none of those things. Yes, the sunsets are phenomenal – there is no denying that. But the absence of the little things that make a place feel like home do not seem to exist within the confines of the city. Perhaps being raised in a small town does not allow me to appreciate the hustle and bustle and anonymity of city life. But I know it is not for me.