So I’ve been here in Texas for 8 months. It’s actually pretty hard to believe. 8 whole months. It’s been 8 months since I’ve seen my parents, my sister, my brother, my cat, my dog, my best friend, my friends. I still think that this is temporary. I don’t know why, but I just do. I’m still not a huge fan of Texas. I will always miss NC. Texas will never be NC. It’s still hard being away from everything I know and everything I love. I can’t believe it’s been 8 months.
Something happened the other day. Justin and I were talking and we were talking about missing home. I told him I thought it was weird and awesome that he was from here (Texas) but called NC home. He laughed. He told me he just didn’t feel like this (Texas) was home anymore. Then we talked about how we wished we could move back home. And if it wasn’t for his awesome job how we would have probably left by now, but then it hit me. I would be a little sad to leave Texas.
Of course I want to see my friends and my family, of course I want everyone to meet Adelaide and I don’t think I would ever turn down NC, but I would be sad to leave Texas. Immediately, I thought of my church and all of the relationships that I have made within the church. How the people that I spend so much time with at church have really impacted me and my family and I would be sad to leave them. Then I think of Justin’s family, all of them, all 20 of them. There is something very important to me about Sunday dinners, and holidays and with a family so large, it makes it something I’ve never experienced before, and, well, I kind of love it.
I also love being an hour away from the beach, 30 minutes from the zoo, 30 minutes from museums. Texas parks are also pretty awesome! There’s not a shortage of things to do and they offer lots of free events for the public. And while I am missing things like Krispy Kreme, Bojangles, and Cloverdale Kitchen, the food down here is amazing. There’s a ton to choose from and there’s no reason you have to ever eat at the same place twice. Not to mention, kolaches and Texas doughnuts.
And I’ve made some pretty great friends. Turns out not everyone in Texas is a jerk. (most of them, yes, but not everyone!) But these people are great. They aren’t my friends from back home, but the thing is those friends, the ones I left, they are pretty irreplaceable. No one would ever be able to fill their shoes, but something tells me I’ll soon say the same for my friends down here.
You see, NC will always be my home, but I’m starting to appreciate a few things Texas has to offer. Just a few! ;) I still won’t ever appreciate the traffic, how mean people are, the cost of living, and how it takes an absurdly long time to get anywhere even if there is no traffic (seriously, makes no sense.), but I’m starting to notice that the good outweighs the bad, and Texas isn’t so terrible after all.