Jan 25 2009
I Love
I recently took a trip to the city where I was born: Amarillo, Texas. I had the time off from work and relatives hungry for the chance to see my daughter Grace, who had just turned three one week before. I was itching to take a break from the familiar routine and jumped at the chance to free myself from the burden of everyday practicality.
There are few things that I enjoy more than an awesome road trip. I love every little thing about driving for hours and hours with no end in sight. I love the challenge of speeding without getting pulled over. I love Historical Markers scattered along the way, teaching me things about the history of the land I would have never known otherwise, and being able to actually be there and see the things I am learning about. It helps me to feel connected to history; it becomes a living part of my experience. I love uninterrupted time with my thoughts. I love rediscovering incredible songs once forgotten on my iPod. I love finding a poor sap to be my front door and then being able to grin with excitement as they get pulled over because I can slow down and escape. I love cruise control. I even love getting lost!
More than anything else I love the feeling of collapsing into my own bed when I get home. I always come back inspired, more aware of who I am. But the most noticeable change consistently seems to be the appreciation for the little things. The coffee maker that starts exactly at 5:30am every day, the color-coded closet that takes the guess work out of getting dressed, the beautiful flowers right outside my bedroom window that make even cloudy days seem bright and cheery. I love my life here and I am so grateful to live in San Antonio. It comforts me to know I’m not the girl who always wishes she were somewhere else. With that said, I cannot wait to see the world. I know my bed will feel even better with each trip I return from.
You are lucky you are in a place that you are happy at and not wishing you were somewhere else. I wake up every morning thinking how much i wish I was back home in San Antonio where the people I love the most are. Don’t get me wrong, I love the people I have here so much. I just feel like when I am here I am stuck. Being here brings stress and complications. Driving back here from San Antonio I feel my shoulders getting heavier and heavier becaus eI know what is due the next day at school or the long day I have at work the next day. Cherish where you are Lesli. I am so happy that you are happy where you are at. It is truely a blessing. I know one day I will feel the same way when I am back home for good. I miss you so much Lester! I know I haven;t made an effor to visit you and I feel like a horrible friend and I want to apologize for real for that. You are amazing and I hope I get to see you again sometime very soon! Love you!! Give Gracie a hug for me! And the hug Gracie gives you will be my hug to you!