Cosmic irony?

So I find myself back in Calgary at the exact time when, more than ever before, I really wish I could still be in Houston.

No offense to my C-town posse (great to see you guys again/eventually), but I’m already looking forward to going back to Texas soon.

I think it’s especially ironic that, a while ago, I was excited about the opportunity to return “home” at some point. But things change ever-so-quickly, and suddenly you find yourself heading away from where you most want to be, instead of towards it.

But hey, despite this ironic scenario I really can’t complain. I’m ridiculously fortunate, on so many levels, and I can’t let myself forget that. And despite futilely wishing I could be in Texas next week, I really do have a lot to be happy about :)

such a strange situation