Home! Sweet Home!
I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!
This is a sentiment commonly expressed by transplanted people that currently reside in Texas but were born in other states. It applies to me as well, and in a most literal way!
During my parents' Great Adventure, one of our most prominent destinations in my memory was west Texas. We celebrated Christmas one year in Del Rio, on the banks of the Rio Grande river. Living in a motorhome forced my parents to be creative about Christmas presents, and I still have no idea how they pulled it off, but on Christmas morning that year I woke up to my very first two-wheeler bicycle! I was thrilled! I was tooling all over Del Rio before long with my little training wheels wobbling around behind me.
After this, I grew up dreaming of living in the American southwest, especially Texas, and was convinced that someday I would end up here. In the tenth grade, I told two of my classmates that before I turned 22 years old, my goal was to be living in Texas. They both scoffed at me. I was enraged! While still in high school, I sought out and met a sweet Texas boy that became my husband years later – I was so sure I would end up here someday! And then, at the age of 18 during my second semester of college, my mom got a job offer in Houston that changed all of our lives and made my dream come true! How I would have loved to tell those two classmates all about it!
I have now lived in Texas for almost sixteen years and it has become home to me. I never realize it more than when I have been away. When I go out of state, I miss everything about Texas, even the things that annoy me when I am here!
The people here are truly the friendliest. While I found Texas a little behind the times in technology upon my arrival (they were so excited about getting direct deposit and it was amusing to me that it was new to them!), they also have an old-school charm about them, a politeness that is customary from both young and old. The cost of living is incredible, the variety of food is outstanding, and there are so many things to do. The airport here is a major international hub, I am not terribly far from the coast and despite my highly metropolitan lifestyle, there is an acreage with goats and horses less than two miles from where I live.
Texas isn’t for everyone, perhaps. But one thing I have learned is that there is somewhere for everyone if you’re willing to take the risk and go find it. I have classmates from high school that I have since learned live across the United States and Europe, and I have relatives living in New Zealand. One of my pet peeves is listening to someone complain incessantly about where they live. Life is short and no one who is living their dream got there without making a choice and setting about the task of getting there!
When you get there, you find your own home sweet home!