I have a confession to make.
This summer, while I was living in El Paso, I discovered something. I kind of like country music.
It just fits in El Paso... the music I usually listen to just doesn't cut it down there. Country doesn't work so much around here, but when I'm sitting in my room I can listen to it and it takes me back to Texas. San Antonio is pretty much where I'm from--the other place I spent the most of my childhood in is Alabama, and I don't want to play that up at all. Sure, I was born in Rhode Island, but I wasn't even two years old when we left.
The Southwest is so open and relaxing. People on the street are, for the most part, kind and courteous. While I'm there I want nothing more than to just put up my feet, drink a beer, and look at the landscape. Something about it seems right.
I'm beginning to think it's my home. Maybe I'm just searching for something to call my roots.
KidE and Aquarius's visit showed me that I'm not totally capable of burning all my bridges. I've made friends here that I won't be able to lose.
It may turn out to be true about my home.
~Halcyondream~
i'm listening to toby keith, for chrissakes