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.
Talk soon,
Heather
But the question is, do you have cowgirl boots!? It is so hard for me to imagine being anything but an East Coast girl (heck, a Northern New England girl), but we do daydream about living in warmer, more southern climates... Home really is where your heart is, right?
ReplyDeleteI love this so much. I can't wait to visit Austin!
ReplyDeleteYou need boots. End of story.
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