I never, ever, ever thought I would be a Texan when I grew up.
I am from Maryland and am an East Coast girl, through and through. The City is New York. The highway is I-95. The time zone is Eastern. Smiling at strangers is, shall we say, unusual. Doing a U-turn in the middle of a busy street for a parking space (parallel, obvi) is not.
I moved to California in 1999. I lived in San Francisco for several years and found myself loving it. I didn't love the cost of living, though. If anyone knows how to sustain a healthy lifestyle in San Francisco without a money tree, good for them. I didn't, so I moved on. (I refer to it as my quarter-life crisis, which not only dates me but makes me smile because it sounds so damn indulgent and naive.)
I moved on to Austin and, (very) long story (necessarily) short, met Durel. We both knew pretty quickly that "us" and "us in Austin" was meant to be. With a brief educational hiatus to DC for a few years, we came back to Austin in 2005 and haven't looked back.
In 2010, Jack came. He is a Texan because he was born here.
And then, just when I least expect it, I realize that this is my family, right here in Austin, loving every minute of it.
Boots and all.
Hope your day has some super awesome footwear in it.