Skies filled with Sugar

Houston was good. Tan picked me up from the airport and we went to the Hobbit Cafe for lunch. We chatted and caught up on stuff. I had forgotten how hot and humid h-town was. Everybody was in long sleaves and i was in a tank top and jeans burning up. I laughed. I really had moved away from this city. I wasn't even used to the climate, let alone the traffic and construction changes. I went home and spent most of the evening with my dear friend Tanya. We went to the Clement's football game. Last one of the official season. It was against Austin High. And it rained and we won. CHS is now co-district champs. Such a change from when i was in high school...when clements had the worst record in the district. Tanya and i went to Its-a-Grind, since she has become a coffee drinker. I introduced her to my favorite drink there, a Road Warrior. From there we went back to my house and had a quick and somewhat crapy photoshoot. It was fun though. Saturday, Mr. Medley came and i chatted with him. Then i ran and got my hair done. It is red...very red...with light orange-ish highlights. I love it, and so does everybody else who i have talked to. Mom and I went to Katy Mills mall and did alittle bit of shopping. I got a new pair of shoes...they are skater shoes. Derek laughed at me. I don't know how to skateboard but i do know how to get cool shoes. From there, we went home and i putsed around getting antsy for the Tech/OU game. My dear friend Sara let me watch the game at her house. She and i watched football, and bless her heart, she hates football. Daniel Bolten came over and watched the game, along with Johnny, Sara's boyfriend...thanks to me in high school! *laughs* Tech lost. It made me sad. After that, Daniel and I chatted for hours. I am trying to convince him to come and transfer to Tech. And i'm trying to get Tanya to come visit. *nods* I went home and zonked out, good thing because i had church in the morning. That morning was the first morning i had trouble getting up and out of bed that entire weekend. It was strange. Saturday i got up at 10:00 am just because i couldn't sleep any more. I had already woken up five times earlier that morning...one of them being the normal time i wake up for a school day. Scary. Went to church and actually sat with the congregation for once. It was the first time in over a year since i had done that. I was still dating Will at the time. I talked with several members of the band and various people. It was interesting to talk to all of them again. Those are true and genuine people. That afternoon i packed and left Houston with mixed feelings. I was sorry to leave but at the same time i was ready to go home and be with Derek. If only i could have derek and houston...that would be wonderful! *laughs*

The plane ascended into the sky like a whale breaking the ocean’s surface. Much like this whale, we broke the sea of clouds before us. These continuous clouds rippled, flowed, and ebbed just like its water counterpart. We were a ship of the sky, soaring over the world. Every once in a while, there would be a break in the ocean of the sky allowing us to see the cities below. It is almost like looking through a glass portal to the underworld. As one flies, you are reminded that there really is still empty space out there. Texas is not settled land. Povered farms and fields still exist. This is cowboy land…where fantasies of the great west are created. The west still exists, contrary to what many people believe. It is a west that co-exists with the modern and the traditional. I am constantly reminded this every time a travel home. I grew up in the modern Texas. Sugar Land has been rated as the third best city to live in, in America, by CNNMoneyMagazine.com. Wheen I moved to Lubbock, I realized that I was privaliged. I knew what a Paneara Bread was. But Lubbock still lives in the fairy tale of the polite, courteous cowboy. They don’t really exist anymore, but every once in a while you’ll run into a man adorned with a black cowboy hat and boots with tight Wrangler’s jeans and a West Texas accent who is polite and says, “yes, ma’am” when he knows you are no older than 21. They exist but they are a dying breed. I am constantly reminded and re-reminded this and it instills in me the yearning for this quality to be in my husband. It may be the fact that I’m a texas girl, but at the same time there are so many qualities that I want, I’m not sure that this man exists: musical talent, polite, kind, adventurous, and just plain unique. It all makes me think…and its a dangerous thing when I think.

-Reijn