Houston

Overall I'm a happy person, I'd like to think so anyway. As the years have passed, I feel as if the colour that was once a rich brown in my skin, has become a greyed tint of beige/brown. Even the word beige, sounds depressing..and boring and mundane and monotonous. There is no doubt I have to get out of Houston. It is literally sucking the life out of my body. Regardless of how many trips I take, how many 'get aways' and amazing times I have outside of this city, the fact remains, I live here. Please forgive me if you are a die hard fan of Houston, but you and I will not be for the same team. Knowing I have to come back to this place is, for lack of a better term, depressing. There are things I enjoy here. I have really great relationships with some people. I like that the bus is only a block from my house. I like the convenient store conveniently also a block from my house (great for if I ever want chocolate at random times of the night). I like the sun and the heat that is always abundant. And I really like the serving sizes for food. Other than that, I do not like to generalize, but I feel there is a lack of progression in this city that others seem to effortlessly possess. Houston seems like it's getting there, but the destination is far from being realized. I'm impatient and so exhausted from slowing down to 'fit in'. Give me something anything that makes me move. I have to leave.