Home, Sweet Home

I can't believe that I'm actually here in Texas after 10 months of living in Reno. Have you ever had that moment went everything seems ideally perfect and there isn't a thing in the world to change it? I think I'm in the middle of one of those as I type this post.
Over the past months, it's easier to find a place of inner peace and self-control when you're focused on what you want to become without the many surrounding distractions to stray you away from your goals. Self-confidence, respect and awareness are only a few skills I have learned that are helping me inch closer and closer to the me I see in the future. It's a whirlwind to get here and think that how these next couple months are going to play out amongst the angst of being a Junior in high school. School, school, school. Study, study, study. It's all I have my mind wrapped around for the time being, unless there are some aspects of my life that would like to interject.
The nice-ness factor of moving here is that I'm already familiar with all of my friends, their parents, teachers and staff that are a big role in my life at home and at school. Being ridiculously close to the campus is a plus because I can access the resources at school so much easier now. The art room is like a never-ending wonderland of happiness, and the chemistry lab makes me smile from ear to ear. As you can tell, I'm kind of a nerd. Like, big time. I'm not one of those kids that can lie and say that I hate school with a fiery passion -- because in all honesty -- I love the darn place. The scholarly, academic atmosphere is one that I find interesting, as well as the fact that I love to learn new things. Every day and every way, I can never stop learning. I'm a person that is intrigued by nearly anything because I always want to know how it works, how it's made, and how I can get better at it. Now that I think about it, my favorite question is probably "How?".
Back on track to the actual purpose of this post, I'm presently going to be setting up my grandmother and I's apartment over the course of the next couple afternoons after school. We have a lovely, small, cozy place on the 3rd floor that overlooks the pool and I can see the polo fields that are adjacent to our building across the street. I watched the sun go down the other evening from our patio with my Grandma, and we both agreed that Texas is definitely where we call home.
They (whoever 'they' are) say that home is where the heart is, and I can definitely approve that my heart is here in Texas. I can also confess that when I moved to Reno, I left my heart behind until I came back; and now that I'm here everything feels like it should. It feels great, and I'm going to prolong this feeling as long as humanly possible because nothing can disrupt this nirvana that we have found here in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas.