This morning as I was driving my cousin to work, he asked me, “Now that you’ve been away for an entire week and a half, what do you find yourself missing most about home?” I hesitated for a moment, assuming he expected some warm & fuzzy answer like “family”, “friends”, “the teddy bear I sleep with every night”, or “this one kid I’ve been stalking since September.” But as I stopped to really think about it, I realized that what I honestly miss the most about Houston is the weather. Mostly the heat and the cumulus clouds, not so much the humidity. If I stayed long enough I would probably start to miss solitude, but I haven’t hit that point yet.
“Hmm… probably friends and family.”
Started reading Sellevision. Exciting!