H-Town Bound

I have a FABULOUS announcement to make.  And now it’s totally cool for me to spread the news wherever, cause the DEAL IS SEALED.

We G-burgs are moving.

We’re going home.

That’s right.  BACK TO TEXAS.  Houston, aka H-Town or Hustle Town, to be exact.  Makes sense.  Grew up in Dallas, college in Austin, now it’s time to venture a bit further south.

I could not be more ecstatic.  I have never been happy in Charlotte, try as I might.  I’m sorry, CLT.  It’s just – when you have lived in AUSTIN, wail…

Things I have learned about Houston thus far:

- It is the 4th largest city in the U.S., following NYC, LA, and Chicago.
- The mosquitoes are roughly the size of a half dollar (this is a joke…kinda).
- There is no H&M (seriously?!  4th largest city!) but there IS a Whole Foods

Shane’s sis and her soon-to-be hubby reside there, as well as several friends from college.  My parents are 4 hours away.  Our alma mater is 3 hours away.  The beach is a half hour away.  Beaumont is…wait, who cares about Beaumont?

I have lists of things I’m looking forward to and things I’ll miss.

I can’t wait to be home.

Almost three years ago my parents gave me a coffee table book on North Carolina.  My dad inscribed it, “As you begin this new journey and evolve into a tarheel, remember your TRUE ROOTS from time to time.”  Welp…the truth is this.  I’ve never been a tarheel – not even after almost three years.  THREE YEARS.  Hard to believe.  A worthy (mostly) experience, because now I know I can never leave the great state of Texas.  It makes me wonder why we ever did to begin with?  Oh…right.  Someone (most definitely not me and surely someone else) said they would NEVER live in Beaumont.

The truth…we’ve always been Texans.  We’ve always been Longhorns.  And people don’t change who they are deep down.