Texas

Also known as the Sauna State.

I've lived in this big ol' state for a little more than a year now, and yet, it doesn't feel like home to me. When I originally decided to write about the places I've visited, I thought I'd have some grand monologue about why the place is so great and why I'm so glad I moved here, but I don't. It's empty here.

I don't want to dwell too much on the idea of home (I'll bring that up when I discuss the Peach State), but home, Texas is not. Everything I know and love are elsewhere--my family, friends, memories, and favorite places to be are on the other side of the Mississipi, somewhere south of the Appalacians. This state is a state of passing, of transition from one place to the next. I'll one day be moving on.

I know in my heart that I shouldn't feel this way. Contentment with how things are going in life is just not something I've mastered yet. I know in my head that I should be using my time here for God's purpose, since He has placed me here for the moment. I feel like a kid--I want to throw a tantrum sometimes and yell at God for letting me come here and be so far away from my "real" life. Then I realize that my life is really here--I just need to get over it. But it's so hard!