I was born and raised in Texas.
I learned the history, the songs,
the crazy terms
and so many other things that make me a Texas girl at heart.
I hate the heat.
Hate it; makes me wanna cry when I am in it.
Seriously, I am 42 years old and it makes me cry
When I was 16 my father brought me to Colorado on vacation.
That was it, I told him I'd move here one day.
I did, about 5 years later.
I moved here permanently
at the age of 27.
I love my life here.
Camping in Colorado can't be missed.
I would not have met the man of my dreams
if I didn't take the adventure half way across the U.S.
However, lately I am feeling a tug at my heart.
I miss my family in Texas.
(and Whataburger, but that is another story)
I wish I could go and make dinner for my folks once a week.
I wish I could go see my nieces and nephews.
I wish I could see my sister and listen to her stories in person.
My soul belongs here in Colorado,
but my heart really wishes everyone else
I love would just move here and make
it easier on me.