Off to Houston this weekend for Matt's wedding. Should be a great reunion of the old gang from Kingwood. Rain is in the forecast, but before you start quoting Alanis Morissette's "Ironic," understand that the wedding ceremony and reception will be indoors.
As much as people moan about the humidity in Houston, I don't think it's much different than Dallas's humidity. You get used to it after a while, especially after living in Texas for 18 years. At least the wedding is not outside in July.
Kingwood is my old hometown and that's where my parents live, but I haven't lived there for four years. After moving ten times since I moved away for college, I finally feel like Dallas is my home. I dig the town and I'm not itching to move out of town . . . yet. Considering the fact that I moved three times before college, the shifting of dorms, apartments and roommates in college and post-college made me think that home meant "unstable" and "always changing."
I'm very happy where I am now and it would take a lot to get me to move out of town. So far, my record for living in one place is two years. I'm closing in on one year in my current location . . .