This weekend, I visited the the tiny town of (le) Burnet for the first real time since I moved away. Being there gave me a sense of closure about leaving. I am glad to be gone. Yes, I do miss the good families and friends that are now no longer close enough to ride my bike to go see. Yes, I miss the nature of a small-town and how it wraps one up with it's close borders and knows one better than you would think. However, it was a good decision to leave. The town is not the same. The church is not the same. I am not the same. Dallas living is making me happy.
Today, Mitch and I saw a new giant tree, a beautiful Cardinal, and a double rainbow on the way to school. My English professor sent me an email to tell me she was giving me a second chance to turn in a paper that is 10% of my grade. Everything is going to alright.
All things good and beautiful come from God. Amen.