I’m not from Texas. I’m not from anywhere really. We moved around a lot growing up because my Father was an officer in the Navy. My brother was born in WA, my Sister was born in Italy, and I was born in FL, we were all born within five years, so you get the picture. After the Navy, my parents became involved in ministry and we moved around because of that. My dad was the Assistant Pastor of different churches and home groups through the Mid-West. We finally settled in the Ozark Mountains of North Arkansas when I was 13, which is a story in itself, but for another time. I think I’m a gypsy deep in my heart and the idea of living somewhere for a long time feels unnatural. I mean, there’s a whole world out there to see and experience, why would you ever want to be in one place for too long?
Then I fell in love with a man living in Texas and as a result fell in love with Texas. My daughter was born in Texas, and I imagine, my other children (yet to be) will be, too.
Here is what I love about Texans and Texas (these are generalizations, from my experiences, not proven facts):
- They’re friendly, I’m mean just plain old, hug your neck friendly.
- Hard workers.
- Texas thunderstorms.
- I love that this is the largest state and there’s EVERYTHING in this state.
- Texans are loud and proud.
- Lone Star – Texas’ very own beer.
- HEB (I miss you, please come to N. Texas).
- Country swing music.
- Big cities and rural towns within minutes from each other.
- Barton springs and the Green Belt.
- Incredible communities. It seems once you find your people here you’re in for good.
Why do you love Texas?