Shocker of all shockers, it dawned on me yesterday that I've lived most of my life in Dallas. 7 years in Puerto Rico, 12 years in South Florida, 18 years here. Where is home? Even after all of these years, I'm certain Dallas is not it. As long as I've lived here, it has always felt temporary. This is really messing with my head, people!
Disclaimer: I really do love Dallas and Texas. Those 18 years have been the best of my life, hands down, but still. WEIRD realization. I AM NOT NOR WILL I EVER BE A DALLASITE. Major identity crisis here. heh.