A good trip to Texas is three things: food, family, and football. JK, it's not football season quite yet. How about...food, family, friends, Tex-Mex, BBQ, star-gazing, chilling with animals, driving (my first time since Christmas), and country music? Yeah!
Anyways, here is a photo essay of my home and how dear to my heart it is. Not pictured: my dad and brother, and for no reason other than they hid well from my camera/my brother was only there one day I was there. The animals pictured are: Jill and Joey (donkeys), Weizbaden (one of two ducks), Mabel (piggy). There were also chickens and roosters, but...they all went to bird heaven a few weeks ago after some unknown animal went in their chicken coop and ate them all.
There's a zillion reasons why I love living in NYC, (see here), but definitely a huge one is a new appreciation for the state I grew up in. I never would have fully understood it if I hadn't moved so far away, where basically everything and everyone is different. I now have a new perspective and love for what will always be home, and now every time I visit I no longer see it as some boring place with nothing to do (cuz that's not true!!). So, thanks New York for teaching me sentimental things!