It is December. Back home it’s snowing and the year is coming to a close and my head is spinning with how much has changed. Two thousand and ten was good to me. I had to wade through a lot of shit to get to this point, but it was worth it. It was all worth it. Last January is when I decided that I was going to move. On February seventh I wrote, “I’m leaving in six months. We talked about it for years and it was always just that. Talk. And I always said that Texas is where lost people go to get more lost but maybe it’s really where this girl is going to get found.” And I was right. This was the best thing that has ever happened to me. It took me years and years to get to this point. To start doing things for myself. To open myself up completely.
I fly home on the eighteenth. The eighteenth through the thirtieth. Twelve days in the place that I once thought I would never leave. It will be good to be surrounded by my family. But I am fearful that once I’m there, it won’t seem so much like home to me.
I know I'll fall for you all over again.
