We've now lived in Texas officialy for four weeks. It's been a great move for our family. We love our house and all the big space. Our kids love their own rooms and blissfully dance into their beds at night -- each one glad to not sleep in the same room as the other. We have gotten the warmest Southern-style welcome from our neighbors -- brownies, cookies, tables, whatever we need. Our kids love playing with their kids. It seems like a perfect world.
Yet, every so often, I am reminded that I'm not in Kansas anymore. I went to the school library to volunteer last week and saw a big bulletin board of "Texas, My Texas" displays. It contained all the great books about the state. I rolled my eyes. "Texas pride, again, gag," I thought. Would it ever feel like my state? Last week we were telling my mom and sisters, native Texans almost now, that we don't see a need for people to own guns. They laughed and convinced us that most of our neighbors DO have guns in Texas. We are the outsiders on issues like this. Will we ever give in and have a gun? Well, I hope not.
You can take the family out of the East, but you can't take East Coast mentality out of the family -- I HOPE!
