There are some days living in Los Angeles that I miss Dallas so much it hurts. Today is one of those days. It isn't Dallas the city that I miss so much, it's simply my life in the Big D. Good friends that I know well and know me well, knowing where everything is and how to get there (in under 10 minutes), Matt Chandler, the ease and convenience of the AI computer labs and light boards, Chuy's queso and Gloria's margaritas, Chick-Fil-A on every corner, Kidd Kraddock in the mornings, the clean Kroger on Mockingbird, walking Katy Trail, just the history of living in a place that makes for a strong rhythm to life, and my precious house on Bonita Avenue that really felt like home.
There is something about a place feeling like home that is hard to move on from. One of my old roommates, Melissa, took some pictures of our old home over the past couple years we lived together and they are really beautiful. She is so wonderful at catching the light at just the right time and place that it makes our dusty little house look like it should be in a magazine.
"Home wasn't built in a day."
-Jane Sherwood Ace
3 comments:
It mainly looks like it could be in a magazine because of how cutely it's decorated! :) Thanks for always making our home look so warm and welcoming!
It mainly looks like it could be in a magazine because of how cutely it's decorated! :) Thanks for always making our home look so warm and welcoming!
It was so cute. xxoo
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