Well, I'm here. I've actually been here, in Texas, almost two months ... one third of the time I'm committed to being here. And well, I don't really know too much more about this state than I did the day I first arrived. The reason for that is that taking care of someone who is recovering from surgery and a toddler has consumed most of the time. And then, I collapse, sleep and reboot to do it again for another week.
I do have a space of my own now. Its a nice little apartment with a surprisingly great view and I cherish my time just being here and breathing ... or sleeping. Its not home though. I don't have very many of my familiar belongings and I purposely departed a bit from my preferred decor style ... just because I could and six months isn't long to live with something.
I have discovered, on my rare wanderings, that this little town of Waxahachie, Texas has a hidden treasure. While this town has been booming and bursting at its seams with growth, sprawl, strip malls and traffic, the heart of the town is still here. The old and impressively large courthouse still stands on the square and is surrounded by all of the little brick and gingerbread store fronts. And, best of all, it is coming back to life with a restoration project. There are great little shops full of everything from clothing to antiques. There is a yoga studio, a coffee shop, a bakery and the county art center. Coming soon is an old fashion soda shop. I peeked through the window and it is just the cutest most authentic looking place. I can't wait to check it out. This little bit of history surely will be my salvation (along with my way too cute grandson).
But, there are some things I simply hate about Texas ... the weather and the bugs (and the traffic is pretty atrocious too). I miss the seasons. It has been consistently in the 80's or 90's for so long that I've forgotten what a real Fall day feels like. So much for scarves, boots and sweaters. When it finally rains here, it is not your gentle cleansing rain ... noooo. It is rain of epic proportions accompanied by thunder and lightening and all to frequent tornado watches. I'm over the heat and I'm definitely over the excitement of a good storm. Nothing snaps you out of that stance like an announcement over your phone or the television that you are to 'shelter in place.' And then, there are the bugs. Ugh! They are big, they are nasty and they are everywhere. A good hard freeze would be welcome to send those demons right back to hell. That leaves traffic ... growth that is too fast, people pouring into the area and an infrastructure that can't keep up. People either drive way too fast for the conditions ... or way too slow because its confusing (this crazy freeway under construction thing). Anyway, its a little intimidating for this 65 year old, small town Oregonian. But then again, what isn't?
So, here I am ... having this 'adventure' and the thing I am learning the most is what I don't want. I don't want to live here forever (no aspersion to the State of Texas) but, in my book, Oregon is a hard act to follow ... for its beauty and for its moderate weather and for not having terribly scary bugs. Still, its been worth it so far just to be able to bond with and spoil my grandson and watch him grow and thrive. I wouldn't have missed that part for anything.