Going Home as a Crazy Person

I’ve been away for 5 years. Midland to Austin to Santa Fe. But in mid-December, I’ll finally trek back to root down in Amarillo, TX.

My home.

This is what I’ll take with me: fresh ideas, new knowledge, increased maturity, big goals, valuable skills, laser focus, organized priorities.

When I left 5 years ago I was aimless, temperamental, and entitled. Maybe I’m still those things at times. Depends on how hungry I am.

It’s true the city has its shortcomings (Trump votes come to mind). But everywhere has shortcomings. And for some reason, I’m not afraid of them anymore.

I believe I’m in a unique position to help shape the city into something important. Changes are already happening there. All brought about by a young, forward-thinking generation. Every time I visit I see something new that impresses me.

The ground is fertile for progress.

If you passed through Amarillo today, you’d think there’s nothing worthwhile about it. Just another Texas cow town with wind, dust, and pickup trucks.
You’d be mistaken. This city has layers. There’s a surprising number of gifted creatives and ambitious entrepreneurs wandering around. You just have to know where to look.

Right now, this city is just a pitstop. But we can turn it into a destination.
If you know Amarillo, that probably seems crazy and delusional. I don’t mind though. Every worthwhile ambition starts with a little crazy and a dash of delusional.