Whew! So much has happened in the last two years - still processing it all but getting closer to being back to my old self and enjoying the things I love to do. Being back in San Marcos feels, well, like I'm home..... even though when I moved back to San Antonio in December 2011, I told myself (and everyone else) that I was going home. It was good, there were good times and some very tough times we continue to struggle with. There were more good times than bad I tell myself.
But it didn't feel like this when I moved to SA. Now is when I really feel HOME, I feel like this is where I belong - my family here, the river, the university, driving down the road, saying to myself "these are my peeps!", chessy, huh? .... Perhaps it's being reunited with E and having our own place again (W and I lived alone for six months and then with my parents for another six). And Max is back home with us too! My lovable, loyal, good dog Max.
This weekend marks two months since W and I moved back to San Marcos and while there's many boxes yet to unpack and photos to be hung, we are settled in. I feel like I have been here for much longer than two months but it's a good feeling. Things are going to keep on getting better, there are many things to resolve in the months to come but today, and I'll try to remember this feeling tomorrow, I feel happy, I have some hope, some belief.......
