I wrote this shortly after moving into our first Texas home. That was 2 years ago. We’ve moved again since I wrote this but somethings never change…
Giving away all my things and hitting the road has been a lifelong dream. Perhaps this is simply just American philosophy- the grass being greener on the other side. Having done, this I can tell you it is not. It is not better, it is not worse, it is just different.
When we first moved to Texas, I fell in love with the skies. Texas is flat land and for miles and miles you are subject to uninterrupted skies. The weather is almost always pleasant. Who doesn’t want a sunny day? The people are uninhibited. I saw a bumper sticker that read “I’m not native to Texas but I got here just as quickly as I could.” I still can’t help but agree.
Then we attempted to become actual Texans. Actually have a place of our own and actually pay bills. My DC rhythms were screaming Go! What on earth are they doing? God knows it takes literally 5 minutes to process a credit application. Despite having money in hand- there is a deposit for everything. There are deposits for things you would even think of like water. Back East, you could call a company, ask for service to be turned on and it was a done deal. Course then again, back East gave me an anxiety disorder.
I suppose I have no patience and I’ve got Yankee written on more than just my license tag. I will say this, for as frazzled as I’ve been these past few days, something amazing happened. I ran over a lady in Walmart with my shopping cart. Shocked, she immediately looked at me. I apologized profusely and she hugged me. She hugged me? Yes and I said to her “Would you believe that I really needed that today?” To which she replied “Well, let’s do this the right way, heart to heart.” I just lingered in this embrace with a perfect stranger knowing it really would be ok.
I hope that a day will come when I can do the same for some other poor soul lost in translation.