In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night

The time has finally come. I am saying goodbye to Texas. For the past four years I've put all my energy into one goal: moving to California. I would sit in class and think this day could not come any faster. I don't think Texas is the worst place ever, it was the perfect place for me to grow up, but it's not where I'm meant to stay. And I've always known that. I will not miss the humidity, cockroaches, and Galveston's nasty waters. But, as my time here is wrapping up I am becoming sentimental towards all the good times I did have here.

I'll miss the house I grew up in. My childhood home. The place I'd throw all my birthday parties growing up, the ones where we'd jump off my roof into the canal causing cars to stop in the middle of the road to watch. I'll miss teaching my friends what a sauna is and sitting by the water waiting for the perfect time, which was always around 7:45, for when the water would turn to magic and the fish would put on a show. I'll miss Thanksgiving dinners and decorating for Christmas. I'll miss the tree house my dad built me and running around the house as my brothers chased me. I'll miss the rainy days when I'd sit inside and listen to the sky open up. I'll miss sneaking back into my house late at night and sitting up on my roof looking at the stars.

I'll miss my friends. Along the years they came and went like chapters in my life. Like the ones I grew up with. The OGs from Bay Elementary. I remember how we'd all meet up at the neighborhood pool to play mermaids or how all the girls would chase the boys around the playground. I'll miss the few friendships that lasted from middle school. Like the group I'd go on spring break trips with, including two close friends Eden and Ella. There was countless nights we'd sit in Ella's hot tub drinking virgin strawberry daiquiris and eating pizza and the annual Halloween parties Eden would throw. Lastly I'll miss the friendships that got me through high school. Like Calli, my tennis partner, who always gave me the best advice. You kept me grounded and you're always there for me no matter what. Kyle and Lauren, a.k.a. the Chem Kiddos, I'll always remember y'all for sometimes being the only people who could cheer me up no matter how low of a place I was in my life. We wouldn't see each other for months but when we're together it's like no time at all has passed. My favorite memory in high school was with y'all actually, in sophomore year chemistry when we had that god awful substitute that called Kyle a lady when we were talking during lecture. I could not stop laughing, I literally had to cover my face with my shirt so she wouldn't yell at us more.

Lastly, I'll miss the Frothers. At the end here, we've fallen apart a bit but I know we're all here for each other no matter what. I'll think back on Texas and remember all the times we hung out at Cole's house and went out on his boat (especially the time when my teeth went through my lip from tubing). Or driving around town endlessly with the windows down and music blasting and eating at Whataburger countless times. I'll forever remember the time we snuck out onto the Falls practice field at night and ran through the sprinklers like we were in a movie. Or when David busted his ass at the skate park. And all two times Baxter's nipple was licked at my party. All the jokes we made about Grayson. The girls nights we'd have to get a break from the guys (W&T hehehe). And all the stains we'd accidentally make at girls nights lmaooo. I'll miss y'all.

Texas was the best place to grow up. It taught me so much and showed me so much. It will forever be a home for me. But it's time for me to start a new chapter in my life. Farewell Texas. It's been a good 14 years.