There is something that has been bothering me almost all summer and I didn't really know what it was until I spent the day with Claire, the girl who has been my neighbor for the past six years of our lives.
It wasn't even until after the fact that I realized what it was. We talked about a lot of things as we went to hit the town.
She told me about how she would be leaving and headed off for college. Then she told me about every friend she had, and how excited they were to get as far away as New York City.
All of these people that I had known, but not really KNOWN, were pushing and packing to fit every last thing they could into some bags, and onto a plane where they could FINALLY sit down in a seat, release a sigh--because the day is here, and get as far away as they possibly can.
They are droning on about the here and dying to get to the the there, wherever there is, insistent that life is better and brighter somewhere else.
At first I felt so left in the dust, but I realized that wasn't what it was.
I felt offended. I love Austin, every spec of it.
I love it's grasses both green and yellow that smell like cinnamon when you breathe in deep on a hot day.
I love it's hills, it's plains, it's rivers, it's lakes, I love the puddles that pile up in downtown's pottholes on a beautifully rainy day.
I love it's trails, it's sunset, and it's moonshine.
I love every race runner lizard and every single summer night.
I love the subtle breeze, and the slow moving trickle that comes with a Texas creek.
So I just keep on asking,
is the grass really greener anywhere else?