After being in New York City all last week, I'm home in McKinney, Texas. 

Do I long for the charm of Art Deco sky-scraping architecture, the aromas of international food trucks, the pulsing pavement that's so frenetic it spirals me into a good mood upon first step?  Hell yes.  When I'm in McKinney, do I cover my face as the wind blows sand downhill from the construction sites, get sick of seeing cookie cutter EVERYTHING in every direction, and crave culture and diversity like my mother-in-law craves coffee?  Hell yes.

Though my dream would be to live in Manhattan, I can't help but be thankful for the things I have here.  My family has stability, warmth, comfort, love, and enough side-splitting laughter to win over the likes of Simon Cowell and Nick Saban all in a day's time.  We've got a boatload of friends who really support us and love us despite our obvious flaws and the grandmas just a hop, skip, and a jump away.  And, let's be real.  The Mexican food here is waaaaaay better.  It's easy to say that the good far outweighs the bad.  Skylines, schmylines.  I'm a very blessed girl.