In the middle of the jumble of paint supplies, for-sale stickers, and half-packed boxes that is our house right now, I catch myself staring into wistful memory. My husband and I have called this scruffy patch of West Texas home for the past six years. And it has been a hard place to dwell. And yet, throughout all the discomfort, I have learned so much.
When we arrived in this tiny town, the roads were little more than compressed gravel. We kept bottled water and emergency battery chargers stocked in the house for the inevitable water shortages and power outages that occur during summer and fall. A date night meant a 180-mile roundtrip just to go to a working movie theater. The best internet speed wouldn’t even allow us to stream a three-minute video. The town’s main year-round attractions included a small museum of western memorabilia and a bowling-alley-sized Walmart.
On the eve of our grand exit, the area’s internet, streets, and overall infrastructure are all seeing improvements. Even the old downtown theater is undergoing renovations. Life has finally begun its flow back into the broken body of this rural community. As we journey to a land of plenty, I can’t help but be grateful for the heightened appreciation I’ve gained for every convenience thanks to living with shortage.
I started my own small company just have the chance to use my college degree. In the process, I learned ways to improve my photography and writing. Then I discovered how to actually run a business, work with out-of-state clients, and develop a better understanding of all of the nuances of creativity built through into organized practice.
While living here, I have endured the loss of both of my grandfathers and two of my closest friends. Consequently, I appreciate simple things so much more than I once did. Flowers make me smile. Sunsets take my breath away. Time with friends and family is priceless.
As my husband and I begin saying our bittersweet goodbyes to all of our amazing friends, I can’t help but be grateful for the incredible people we’ve been blessed to know. Thank you all for your love and support.
Until next time, may we each rewrite our world for the better!
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