I knew I would eventually return home, and that time has come. After living through nearly 25 hurricane seasons, I'm done. I'm moving back to Big D. People always ask me which city is better - Houston or Dallas. My response is always, "I can't compare because I've never lived in Dallas as an adult. " (Give me a couple of years to adjust, and I'll give a better response.) Even though my foundation was in Dallas, I truly became an adult in Houston. I bought new, adult furniture (everything was used or plastic before). I bought a house. I bought and sold cars. I loved and experienced heartbreak in Houston. I used my passport for the 1st of many international trips from Houston. I began my professional career, networked, and led organizations in Houston. I unexpectedly became a dog mom in Houston. I became a runner in Houston. I began my motherhood journey in Houston. I formed my chosen family. I found a home at The Harvest. I created a life in Houston.
I moved a lot when I was younger, and I've been in my current house for 16 years. It's my first time living in a place for so long. I can't say that I'm excited about moving. I just know it's time. I'm moving to be closer to my parents. I know that I'm doing the right thing for the right reasons. However, it has been challenging both physically and emotionally.
I'm selling my house and looking for a new house. I will keep my current job and work from the Dallas office. I have to find new doctors for me and my dog, new favorite restaurants, a church, my tribe, etc.
I'm starting a brand new chapter. Every adventure and every experience has prepared me to be successful in this moment.
