In 7 Days

I will have been in Texas for 182 days or if you prefer 15,724,800 seconds, 262,800 minutes, 4368 hours, 182 days, 26 weeks, or 49.86% of 2018.

I have had fun being here and over all I am much happier.  Yet, lately I have been struggling with being home sick.  I miss the flexibility to get in my car and drive a couple of hours to see my family in Palm Desert, getting Milanesa or Ceviche at Enrique's, riding my bike to or around the beach, going to the movies with Wendy, my monthly dinners with Spencer, David and even sometimes Laura, the ocean smell and just the familiarity of being in a ward where I know people and people know me, I miss my longtime friends.  

OK so enough about that before my eyes need windshield wipers. 

I only have to drive 45 minutes or so to see my friends that have known me the longest and when I am there I feel super happy.  I am super grateful for technology that allows me to see pictures of what is going back home via IG, FB, and texts.  My niece Natalie and my brother Ken will be stopping by for a night on their way from GA to CA and I can't even begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to that.  I have not really been to the movies since January - wait I did see Dirty Dancing but does that count?  Yes, yes it does as I had never seen it, in it's entirety and it was good.  I have had some nice bike rides but now it is so hot and humid and I can't bring myself to go on a bike ride but apparently after 9/15 it should be cooler so I can ride then...ugh.  I do have a great ward it will just take time to make friends.  

So overall even though I do get homesick I do like living in Texas.  Today I was asked if I was going to make it (with the heat) or if I had thought of going back home yet.  I answered honestly  as follows:  I sometimes wonder if I am not going to melt but I have to believe I will make it - I like my life in TX too much to have to drive back to CA and not be happy there. 

There you go my one post in a while and it is a bag of mixed feelings.