It is hard to believe but I have been in Texas over a year now. A lot has happened...some days it seems like I just got here. My husband and I have new jobs, we moved into a new home, I had two knee surgeries, suffered a fair amount of pain, kept working. We have spent lots of time with our family here and especially with the four grand kids. That being said, I think Texas is growing on me.
Texas was never a place I wanted to go or end up. I have driven across Texas in the heat of summer in an unairconditioned car. There was not much to be seen except dust, rock, and tumbleweed...but Texas is a big place and proud place. The big means there is a lot more than dust and tumbleweed and the proud makes me feel like I am still a pioneer in a place that is still new, vital, and growing. Texas was once its own country and there are many here who would like just that...in some respects, I might not mind that.
The people are warm and inviting. Men have manners and open the door. People are just plain nice and I enjoy that. Even at work, I find it a much nicer, more family centered place. It feels good.
The land is like California with many of the same plants. In this regard, I love it. It already felt like home. The fall, winter, and spring were perfect and I almost never even put on a sweater. That was refreshing. My recent trip to the San Francisco Bay Area showed me my blood had thinned already and I found the low 70s cold. It might be because their 70s is a cool moist one while ours is a warm one. We have lots of breezes here...the town just north of me is called Pfluegerville...I think that means Windyville in English. On hot days, it is welcome.
My daughter does not like that I am five miles east of civilization. But I like being out in the wide open spaces. I like the farms and watching the cows. I love the fields of wildflowers. The toll road near me lets me zip to work going 80 mph.
My husband mentioned that we have much more culture here than the Bay Area in many ways...when you are out in the burbs there, it is pretty much just that...but here, it is a short drive into Austin...and there is a lot of cool stuff to do there.
So, I bought my first cowgirl boots and Wally his. We got boot socks and learned how to fit boots and get them on and off...it is quite the art form. I think the dust has settled and I am liking it here and when asked if I miss MA or CA, sure I do...I loved both of those places and more importantly my friends, but Texas is a good place to be for this moment of my life's journey. And as for the rest of my life, bring it on.