Growing up in Dallas, TX for a huge chunk of my life I miss certain things. Yes, it has lakes and the greenest of greens and opportunity beyond the eye can see. But I would trade that in a heartbeat to live in the desert. I miss mountains, desert landscape, dirt, cacti, palm trees but most importantly I miss the pace of a slowed down lifestyle. Things just seem so quaint and slowed down in the Southwestern part of America. Some may beg to differ, but it’s beauty and majesty is beyond description. One can become enticed by its beautiful landscapes and scenic views. Heck, even seeing the sunsets with their red, purple, orange and yellow hues leaves one breathless. The homes are made out of adobe. There’s just something so charming about the Southwest. Born and raised in a border town El Paso, TX I was accustomed to the desert. In middle school I’d always walk through the desert landscape and find my way home. It’s the little things that got to me. The sound of crinkling rocks as you walk through them. The smell of the sand after it rained. Those little splinters you get on your shoes. Tumble weeds blowing down the street. Even the wind blowing on a windy day. As a child I only remember traveling west through New Mexico and Arizona. You can say I am a desert rat in a sense. When I moved to Dallas after about 2 years I felt home sick. Dallas was too green for me. It’s like green threw up green everywhere. I longed for the mountains, palm trees, desert plants, even sand itself. I really needed to go back to the Southwest. Dallas also seemed to be a very fast paced lifestyle where everyone’s always busy, hurried and rushed. But every time I’d visit El Paso people just seemed more easy going and laid back about life. Just living one day at a time. There’s also a different state of mind when you’re in the Southwest. It’s like a different type of mentality that’s hard to describe. I miss the Southwest and hopefully, one day, I’ll return to live a more simple and profound life.
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