Thank you for all of the memories you’ve given me. We parting again, but this time.. I think it’s for good. I’m almost positive it’s for good. We’ve had good times and we’ve also had bad times, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. You’re the best city in the world, but it’s time we took a break… it’s not you, it’s me.
Thank you for your breath-taking sunsets, open landscapes, and tiny critters. Thank you for your community of people that cultivated so many friends for me. Thank you for giving me experiences only the Panhandle of Texas can give.
Every day is a new adventure within your streets and neighborhoods. Every day is a different season, but that’s okay, it gives me lots of opportunities to wear my closet of clothes. Every day is filled with the noises and rumbles of busy trucks going down I-40 or the small conversations of people walking down Polk Street.
While day to day might become monotonous, I’ve never lived the same day twice within your radius. I’ve lived the brightest summers and the darkest winters. I’ve experienced the crispiest falls and the shortest springs, and they were all beautiful.
I’ve met the most incredible people and the worst of them all. You’ve let me experience real heart ache and heart break. You’ve let me kick your curbs and stomp on your soil. You’ve also let me love on your wildlife and love your people.
You set yourself a part from all the other cities in the world with your 72 oz. steaks and Sod Poodles. You make yourself unique with the second largest canyon right in our backyard. You make yourself famous with a historic nod from the King of Country himself, George Strait.
You’ve got a little bit of everything, and I’m grateful for it.
Thank you, Amarillo, for all the moments you’ve given me in 24 years. I’ll miss you, the people, the noises, and the cows, but it’s time we said goodbye.