As I prepare for tomorrow's departure from Houston, it's natural to look back at the last few years and think about the big picture. In between packing boxes, playing with the baby and stopping for an occasional deep breath (usually while reaching for an adult beverage), I have had to periodically remind myself that this uncomfortable transition will be over soon and we will obviously make it through. My thoughts turn next to all of the things that have happened to us here.
Houston has felt to me like a life-sized, three-dimensional game of Chutes and Ladders. Mostly ladders that have enriched our lives, and made us stronger, happier and more prosperous, but also a few big chutes, where we having been going along and then found ourselves thrown abruptly a few steps backward, scratching our heads in dismay. It has been a time of extremes and big lessons in adulthood.
Luckily, the sum total is overwhelmingly positive, so while I am hoping for slightly lower number of surprises in the next few years, it would be folly to wish them away entirely. Instead, my focus is on improving my ability to roll with it when they inevitably come.
On that note, until next time, Houston. Thank you for the adventures, and thank you for being better than expected.