Houston and back...

Been sort of distracted at work all day since I got back from a mini-break.

Went to Houston for a few days to visit with the family. Yes, they did eventually move to Houston. It's always a calming type of fun whenever I visit with my family, the kids with their craziness, youthful enthusiasm and my mum with her motherly advice. It's a tranquil type of fun. Playing with my nephew, listening to him talk about school and learning about pumpkins and ladybugs all day, and my nieces trying to plan their Halloween fun with so much exuberance, like it's some big event. It's just interesting to say the least. You get to see the childlike perpective on life, makes everything else seem so trivial.

Everything was perfect until my sister got a speeding ticket getting me to the airport to catch my flight, which ended up being cancelled by some divine intervention (thank God). But either way, wish we had known that before we started speeding to the airport which was a god-awful 46 miles away.

Houston is one of the few cities I actually prefer Atlanta to. If I were to rank all the US cities I've been to, there'd be Houston and St. Louis (which was not really a vacation spot just a training ground) and they'd be right at the bottom. I just don't get what is enthralling about a city that has no culture, people look sad and moppy, and the urban sprawl has spread much farther than it needs to, encroaching almost all of the city. At this time, it's not even an option for me. Not unless love happens and you all know how hard that can be.

Still had a chance to visit the wig store and mess around with wigs. Fun times...