Sitting here, waiting for my flight...thinking about this past week & all that I was able to see & help with & experience & I realize that there is no place I have ever been fortunate to travel to that makes me as happy as when I'm in Texas. This place truly holds my heart & gives me a calm & peace that I've never had anywhere else. The excitement I get when I'm flying in. The joy I feel when I see those Texas & American flags flying high every where you look. The people I meet & have conversations with. The food. The food. The food, lol. I have loved this state for as long as I can remember, & there has never been anything that has wavered in feeling. It has always been welcoming like a hug that I needed from a loved one that makes me feel like I'm safe & home. This is truly my happy place, like Disneyland is for kids, or Hawaii for a lot of people. If I never get to my goal of seeing all 50 states before I'm 50, I won't be disappointed bc I always have Texas to come back to. Every time I leave here I leave a piece of my heart. I look forward the to the day I can call Texas my home & collect all those pieces back together. πβ€οΈπΊπΈ
