“Wait, you’re moving?” “Where?” “Why?” “To Teaxas?!!?”
These questions have bombarded me the past month or so as
people have begun to find out that I am moving… and not just moving down the
road but to an entirely difference state! I realize that it may seem kind of
“out of the blue” for many of you to find out, but for those closest to me –
It’s not quite the shocker. J
You all have followed my travels and trips across the years.
The travel bug bit me when I was a teenager and it has never left. In fact it
keeps drawing me to more travel, especially when I add the photography bent
that has blossomed in my life! The fact that I do love travel so much is rather
an oxymoron considering I have lived within the same 15 square miles my entire
life. My childhood years were spent ten minutes the road in a tiny house with a
fabulous backyard and a “taco shell” tree (magnolia tree) in the front. And my
teen/twenties were spent just ten minutes down the road in another direction
with a huge backyard and wonderful grandparents across the street. My thirties have
been in a small apartment 5 minutes one way, or a larger apartment 5 minutes
the other way, and currently my ISP is plopped right in the middle of a
wonderful pasture with cows, gorgeous sunsets, coyotes in the distance… and a
barn house. The bubble of my life is truly small. And yet, the bubble of my
passions is vast.
And it is the passion that has grown, slowly but surely over
the years, that is calling me west.
To be continued…
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