During my year in Houston, some of my favorite moments were the times my father came to visit me.
We went to a Nebraska football game in Waco, Texas. We celebrated Halloween at bars in Downtown Houston and The Woodlands. We saw NASA, Galveston Bay, Museum of Natural History and the Houston Symphony.
I was lucky enough to have him visit me four times — two of those on his own during interludes in business trips. It's hard to say in words how much it meant to me to have him there. Not only was he a much-needed reminder of home and what I have waiting for me back in Nebraska, but he also was an excuse for me to be a tourist in the city that I lived for more than a year.
Thanks for the memories, Houston. It's time to head back north.