It’s been almost six months now that I’ve lived in Texas and to be quite honest, I don’t feel I’m getting the full Texas experience.
Granted, when I first moved here there were many new things: Enormously large, strange, scary bugs, (along with bugs I’ve seen before but ones that have apparently escaped from a science experiment gone wrong and have grown, as if by radiation feedings, into the size of small buildings), weather wilder than I’m used to, (including temps much higher than anticipated in November and December), and construction workers wearing cowboy hard hats.
Dudley is a 2 year old Lab mix who is “very loving and crate trained”. He is available for adoption from South Texas Animal Adoption Resource in Katy, TX. Again, click the pic for full information.
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I’ve gone out on the town with my brother and his friends and found I really liked one particular place, (The Alabama Icehouse), because it seemed so specifically Texas. But even then, most of my brother’s friends, although they are VERY cool, are from Europe. I’ve gone into downtown Houston to look around so of course that was different and sometimes my brother lets me drive his car so I see far more trucks and SUVs than I thought were even assembled. But still the ‘authentic’ feeling of being in a different city, different state and according to which Texan you talk to, a different country, just isn’t happening.
Not having a t.v. really sucks. I don’t get the feeling of being in a different city. I signed up for news via email from a few of the news channels here but that doesn’t really do it as it’s no different than if I had done that while up in Seattle. They talk about places and events that I have no clue about. It would be akin to me signing up for news via email for say, Chicago.
I don’t have a car, (except the few times I’ve been able to use my brother’s car and that’s just for small errands....not for sightseeing) and really the only people I know are through either work or my brother.
I do know some people in this state and have visited most of them, (and hope to again soon), but there are times I forget that I’m in the same state as they are.
There are days that for a split second, I’ll have a jolt of shock at the license plates on vehicles saying Texas because it feels like I could be, “Anywhere, USA”.
I’m not really seeing that Texas hospitality that everyone boasts about. I’ll see it in the older folks. They sure have it, (save the one old bint who flailed her sandwhich around angrily at me when I dared to ask her if she needed anything while at work) and it’s a really nice feeling. The younger ones though...there are just a lot of very rude people in this town.
Maybe I’m working too much. Maybe I’m just really tired, exhausted, fatigued. Granted, the whole point of this year was to work hard and save all my money but at the same time, there is a feeling of loss. Loss that I’m not fully savoring the geniune Texas.....flair.
I don’t want September to roll around and for me to feel that even though I lived in Texas, I didn’t really live in Texas.
And I really have no idea how to go about resolving that.
(There’s no need to comment on this, I’m just writing out how I feel right now to organize my thoughts.)
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