We are getting close to the end of our time here in Houston. It can't come soon enough. This place does something to me.
I want to write, I don't. At least not much. Heck, my post count here is abysmal and I usually really enjoy keeping up the blog.
I want to run, I don't. I signed up for a marathon and I haven't been running much at all. I don't like to do it near this, the horrible RV park. There is a park near Sarah's parent's house, but I find little joy in running on a flat oval sidewalk lap after lap.
I want to take pictures. I love the camera and finding a great, or even good, shot, is a blast, but I don't find much to photograph here that isn't depressing.
This place just sucks the soul right out of me. Instead of finding reasons to do things and go places, I find myself making more excuses to not do things and go places. This place is toxic I think. I am beginning to believe that those who live here have become so used to the toxicity that they no longer even recognize it. It is like the frog in the gradually boiling water.
But venting about it really isn't going to do anyone any good. So, I just remind myself. Two weeks.
Then we head out, to wherever.
Hopefully an announcement to follow.