Every time I come home, I hesitate. What’s here, who’s here, and how are my parents?
We took a trip to the Museum of Fine Arts Houston and I was happy to learn that they had expanded into a new building. New art, new artists, new culture to learn and see. But there was still the familiar. Some of my favorite art pieces are here and part of why they are my favorite is because they are in Houston.
As I visit with friends who have bought homes and settled into their lives, I wonder how my life would had been if I stayed. I always ask if they want to move and they say, “No, Houston is home.”
Which is also true for me. Houston is home. No matter where I am, no matter how much it changes, Houston is home.