...in Lake Jackson.
It was hard to leave Galveston this morning. After nine days, it became home, and that's difficult to walk away from.
I have a great place to live in Lake Jackson -- don't get me wrong. But in Galveston, I have people who care, and who I care about. Who will make fun of me when I'm spaced out on prescription drugs, and who will talk about their lives and their hurts and their joys and let me share mine, and who will talk me into large ridiculous hats that make me laugh.
I'm sappy, I know. But I like that about myself.
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