Dear Austin, TX,
I live in Montreal. When I was 17 years old, I would have sawed off my arm to live in Quebec. Now, I don’t really enjoy it. There is a lot about moving to a completely different country with a different style and system of living that isn’t great for a young person.
But you, Austin, TX, have roped me in. Maybe it’s because the person I love most lives there and never stops talking about how much he loves you. Maybe I really enjoy Summer Moon and Torchy’s Tacos. Maybe I love your business-friendly policies and booming economy.
I don’t really care why I love you, I just know that I do. I know that every time I have to say goodbye, it’s the kind of ache that only comes when you truly adore what you are leaving.