High on Dallas


We’re moving to Dallas for the summer and, quite possibly, much longer thereafter.

It was hard for both of us to say no to Denver. And I’m pretty confident that I’m not a fan of Dallas, to be honest. But we feel so good about Bain and it’s community and Trent’s place in it all that we feel peace about the rest. Abiding peace. If there be things worth liking about Dallas, I will find them. And if there be things worth hating about Dallas, I will bitch about them. But I will bitch about them in abiding peace.

Speaking of which, can we talk briefly about how I honestly believe I get endorphins from hating things? It’s fun for me. Truly. Is it science? Is it magic? I know not. But I do know that while other people go running, I sit at home and hate on running and yet, we all get a natural high. Bitching can be euphoric.

OK. Now back to Dallas.

On second thought, that’s all I have to say about Dallas at the moment. Instead, I’ll get back to watching the season finale of “Downton Abbey” and cleaning up my disastrous bedroom and letting the dust of the past three weeks settle all around meā€”travel, host visitors, work, play, wake, sleep. And bitch. This is the circle of life.

Listening to: Gwen Stefani, “Hollaback Girl”


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