As you may have already read, I went to a funeral last week for a little friend of ours that passed due to complications from a congenital heart defect at the age of 7. Well, the funeral was in a city in the high plains in West Texas that I spent many years in for part of college and grad school. Every time Micah and I return, it feels like we never left.
We catch up with friends, eat at all of our favorite restaurants and really just take a step back in time. Micah and I left just a few weeks before we got married, and as much as we itched to leave the city, we both feel a sense of melancholy when we return.
I get the same feeling when I hold a baby. They're so soft and warm and smell like baby shampoo, but then they scream, make a angry poo in their diaper, and grow up to be teenagers. This place is flat, windy and seems to be about 60 years behind in time. I mean, they got a Chipotle only months before we moved.
As anxious as I was to leave this place, this is where I met some of my best friends, met Micah, and really decided who I was and gained a voice for myself. I learned a lot about myself in this city, without a lot of distractions, and got really creative in my attempts at fun. So returning here, there was such a sense of peace and familiarity, but also of a bit of sadness that a chapter in our lives has closed.