Y’all, I’m about ready to move to Texas.
Walking in for my first Target trip in over a year was a little bit intimidating. I knew that I couldn’t mess it up and spend time looking at anything dumb because this was it: this was my last time at Target for likely two more years. Better live it up!
And you better believe I did.
I can’t believe how good it feels to be in a familiar, easy country. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed huge cars and wide open highways until I saw them again. It felt weirdly amazing to be in a sporting goods store, walking past aisles of guns and fishing equipment. It felt really American.
You’d think that I’d be having a little less fun, given that my business here is a solemn one. For the next several days, I’m sitting in on a conference about perinatal death and caring for bereaved families. It’s impossible for even this to dampen my spirits: although the stories and experiences are heavy, the teachers are so good, and the class feels so real, I am so glad to have come. I feel like I am actively growing. This entire week has been such a blessing, and I have never been more grateful for everything I have.
God bless Texas.