Thursday was a travel day. After a short detour to downtown and an even shorter longer detour getting lost downtown looking for the right freeway, I was headed north to the great land of Dallas- Fort Worth metroplex. I have a few days with family planned before I have to head back to Houston. I did come without Damion though so if you plan on robbing our house, don’t. He’s strong and there’s a metal cross made from railroad spikes hidden for intruders. The Power of Christ compels you might compel you just a little too strongly, if you know what I mean.
I moved to Houston seven years ago to marry the love of my life, Damion.
Seven years ago.
Seven years ago;
- I wouldn’t drive downtown. I would make Damion switch seats with me before we got close to downtown. Now I go there as much as possible, without him, and with three kids in tow.
- I was horribly scared of homeless people (just being honest). Now I just have compassion for them and hopefully a giving spirit.
- I would have NEVER parked in an underground parking garage. What if the road caved in and we were trapped? or what if we were mugged. Now you can find me at the underground library parking garage. It’s cheap!
- I was ready to run back to East Texas and be happy playing banjo for the rest of my life with a dog named pickles. I dreaded subdivisions and HOAs. Now we’re looking to move into an planned community subdivision and I’m thinking of joining the HOA board.
- I dreamed of the day, hopefully soon, that Damion would get transfered and we would get out of Houston! Now we’re stuck and I’m happy.
- mega churches scared me. (Hello Second Baptist)
- One word.. Galleria area traffic. I was paralyzed. That’s more than one word and I homeschool. Scary huh? but not as scary as Galleria area traffic.
- I couldn’t drive in traffic. I would be the one everyone was yelling at as I tried to crawl under the steering wheel while at a complete stop in bumper to bumper traffic. Now if you cut me off, I’m coming to find you. And if you’re cut off by me, consider yourself warned.
I’ve only been gone for 12 hours and already I miss this town. A little.
Most of all, I miss the hunk that I moved to this town to be with. God knows what He’s doing, even when you land in Houston.