I never thought I’d be living in Texas. After living in Virginia for 17 years, I loved experiencing all four seasons, being within driving distance to the mountains or the beach (okay, we probably didn’t take advantage of the beach very often, but at least I knew if we wanted to, we could), and experience the country and the city. It was a pretty ideal location.
We’ve been in Texas for a little more than a year now. I have never seen a state love itself more and it is fascinating. I’ve seen Texas-shaped waffles and tortilla chips. At the hardware store, a guy in front of us had the state and the flag tattooed prominently on his calf.
We live in a small town, and it’s been a year of adapting. Things move at a much slower pace around here (like, I still don’t get why our painter just stopped showing up, and don’t get me started on the battle I had with our local post office on getting a mailbox key), but we have mostly adjusted.
And now, we’re moving again. Brian accepted an offer with a new company in Houston. He starts next month. Our house is going on the market on Friday.
Let’s see where our next adventure takes us.