Last Thursday morning, as the sun was coming up Patrick and I sat on Pier D at the airport. I was finally going to Houston. Patrick goes often but this was my first time. For eight years I have dropped him off at the airport kissed him goodbye and wondered what Houston was like. I was about to see the cooler winter time version. It is not lost on me that my husband is in sales and that seeing Houston for the first time in the dead of summer might make me never want to live there if the opportunity ever presented itself.Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Last Thursday morning, as the sun was coming up Patrick and I sat on Pier D at the airport. I was finally going to Houston. Patrick goes often but this was my first time. For eight years I have dropped him off at the airport kissed him goodbye and wondered what Houston was like. I was about to see the cooler winter time version. It is not lost on me that my husband is in sales and that seeing Houston for the first time in the dead of summer might make me never want to live there if the opportunity ever presented itself.
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