Houston

I've made it through Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, his birthday, and now father's day since my dad died.
I miss him. I talked about him a lot this weekend with my neighbor/friend/downstairs roomie. I feel weird referring to him as dead. Luckily I remember him more as he was when he was healthy than the last few months.
That being said, some good things in my life.
I have friends. I am building up a great network of horse people, and I am building so much confidence and respect in my riding. I get thrown up on different horses every week, and not just the regular lesson horses, but the special ones.
The owner of the barn I ride at is grooming me to become a coach. It makes me want to stay in Houston for at least a while. I like it here. I don't always feel at home and I constantly miss the hills and hiking and rocks but I'm happy here.