Day Nineteen: Something I miss...

This one is hard because there are so many directions I could take this post. I could tell you about how I miss Micah's GranMargie or my best friend's mom, Danna. Or I could tell you about how much I miss my cat, Fluffers, who I had since I was five years old and how I had to put her to sleep just a few months ago.

But I think I'll tell you something that you might be surprised to hear, given how much I love being home near my friends and family again.

So I'm just going to say it.

Are you ready?

Are you sure?

Okay. Here goes.

There's a tiny, little part of me that really misses living in Houston.

Now before you start asking me whether I've lost my mind, let me explain.

First of all, it's definitely not the city I miss. I don't for one second miss the humidity or the traffic or the crazy drivers. I don't miss missing my family and best friends. I don't miss missing every significant moment in my loved ones' lives.

But I do miss my friends there. For one thing, my Houston bestie, Kristen JUST GOT ENGAGED!!! And while I am so, so happy for her, I hate that I'm not there to celebrate with her in person. I hate that I can't be there to meet her for lunch and chat about her wedding plans. And I hate that I can't seem to catch up with Amanda. We keep missing each other, and I desperately want to know how she's doing. I also have several other friends that I met in law school that I haven't really caught up with, and it makes me sad that I probably won't catch up with them. We'll probably all get too busy to remember to keep up with one another, and I just hate that.

And even apart from my friends, I just miss our life there. I miss our church. I miss our favorite Chinese restaurant. I miss how connected Micah and I were because it was just us there. We had a quiet little routine in our comfy little house, and I loved it. I hated being away from our family, but we really had to rely on one another, and we built a strong foundation in our marriage.

I know most of this has to do with the fact that I'm easily contented, and I found a way to be joyful in our life in Houston, even though all I really wanted to do was move home. Apparently I just adjusted to the distance a little too well, and I dug our roots just a little too deeply.

Like I said before, I really do love being back in Dallas. I'm glad to be near our families and friends, and I love our new home. I just need a little while to miss our old life. I just need a little time to get used to being home. :)