Home is where the heart is...
...or say they say.
I didn't quite believe 'them' when my parents moved to a strange new city a couple years ago. This foreign place was definitely not 'home' to me.
Home is Duncan, Oklahoma...
Where I spent the first 22 years of my life.
Where I met Mary when I was 2 years old.
Where I walked out of my backyard and I was at my elementary school.
Where I painted my room turquoise and plastered my walls with Hanson posters.
Where I played hundreds of games of tennis.
Where I had my first kiss.
Where I had my first job.
Where I learned how to drive.
Where I knew almost everyone in my graduating class.
Where I could get anywhere in the entire town in 10 minutes or less.
Where I knew all my teachers before I even had them in class.
Where Mary's house was one song-length away.
I used to hate Duncan. It was so lame and boring and small. I used to beg my parents to move. It was funny that when I finally did move away, I immediately started to appreciate and become nostalgic about my sweet little hometown. I loved visiting there.
I miss it.
I visited my parents for Easter a couple weeks ago. It was my third time to visit
Houston...
Where I love eating breakfast on the wonderful patio.
Where I could ride on the amazing bike trails everyday.
Where there's a neighborhood tennis court around the corner.
Where I cuddled with my cats for many hours.
Where I relaxed with my parents for many hours.
Where I looked through hilarious old photo albums.
Where we went to church for Easter.
Where I met up with an old friend from college.
Where there are endless bars/restaurants to try.
Where I got countless hugs.
Where I'm already wanting to visit again.
xoxo,
Annie.
