A year and a half ago, my brother moved to the Big Apple, New York City, with all of his worldly goods in the back of a friend’s pickup. No job, just a pocket full of dreams. He’s craved out a place for himself, and loving life. Dallas is a big city, especially if you consider all of the surrounding areas, but it is nothing like New York (or so I suppose, having never been to New York).

Sometime after Christmas, my sister is planning to move to Canada. Canada! And this leaves me with the question: when is it my turn? I’ll still be stuck in Texas with summers so hot, I feel like a prisoner in my own house. My dream, you ask? I want to move to Colorado. I feel such peace in the mountains, it is like drowning in bliss. The other side of this odd little coin is that I don’t do cold well. So I don’t know how I’d feel about a Colorado winter. It has to be better than a Texas summer, right? So what if there’s snow on the ground in March! (Did I mention Texas may have a day or two of snow, if we’re lucky?) I can put more clothes on, maximize layering, but there is only so much I can take off! Heh.

Another issue is leaving all of the friends I’ve developed here. That will be hard. And I foresee stronger bonds in the future here in the Lone Star State. My family’s lives are so firmly intertwined here, it isn’t like we can pick up and leave the state in the coming summer. It’ll probably be seven plus years before we can rip out the roots, but then, will we want to? I don’t know. I really like my friends. But hell! I hate Texas summers.

Delilah Rehm

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