As we prepare to leave the great state of Texas for who knows how long, I’m pondering what a BIG deal it really is to me. I’ve lived somewhere in Texas since I was a wee 16th month old. All the big things that have happened in my life have happened within in these borders. Well, except for the birth part. My parents had the audacity to live in California when I was born (although that’s a great state too…). But, I still consider myself a native Texan. Both of my parents are Texas bred and well, we just ARE Texans.
I’ve been all over the state, thanks in part to my parents’ love of travel. I’ve eaten at restaurants in El Paso and driven through Amarillo on the way to Colorado when The B Man was just a mere “peanut” in my belly. I’ve crossed over the border at Texarkana on a Spring Break trip with my college girlfriends and I’ve splashed in the gulf coast waters many times as a child and an adult. For those of you who don’t know your Texas geography, that pretty much covers the four corners.
I’ve eaten fresh sausage made in the butcher shop in Shiner, Texas (where my Mom is from) and watched my Dad wash it down with a Shiner Bock (some darn good beer). I’ve eaten at five-star steak restaurants and barbeque stands that are only open for lunch. Oh, and more Tex Mex than I can even fathom.
This is the place where I’ve made friendships that will last a lifetime. This is the place where the majority of my family resides. The place where I have “roots” that run so very deep. THIS is the place I call home.