Texas
I hate this place, but at the same time it's starting to feel kind of like home. Not that I'll be staying here forever, but in it's own overgrown, tacky, crude, redneck, confederate flag way, it's beautiful. Not that I support most of those things, but the sunsets are beautiful, and there's a different beat here. You know? Like downtown Portland on a saturday afternoon has it's own beat. At the saturday market, and on the Max, and at Pioneer Place. The people have their own rythym. I think that's why I hated it so much here in the beginning. I was dancing to a different style of music, and nobody got it, not even me. It's not that either is right, they're just different. To survive in either place you can conform to the dance, or leave. I haven't left because I can't, and I think that maybe I've kept the west coast with me, just integrated a little Texas into it. I can two-step, I have a cowboy belt I could have only bought at the Houston Rodeo, and I've dated an actual cowboy who ropes steers for a living. Wow. But I've also hiked every weekend it's beautiful enough, swam in Lake Merwin, ridden a mountain bike on an actual mountain, and have a purple Nalgene bottle that I bought to actually use while camping. My nose and belly-button are pierced, I talk with an accent, I'm surgically attached to my cell-phone, and I love bar-b-q. The last sentence is neither west coast or texas, it's american. Maybe sometimes people just get so caught up in the differences, that we forget the similarities. I think I've finally come to place where I realize that it's not really that much of a difference if I don't make it a big deal. So I shall stop freaking out about how much I hate it here all the time and celebrate something: Very few people can claim to be a "northwestern girl" at heart, and a Texan at the same time. So I am proud to be both, my life has been one hell of an experience and I think it's time to stop complaining and celebrate a little bit. Praise God for my life, and my faults, and my "mistakes" *ahem* sins (according to class notes ;) I thank God for the opportunity to grow up in the most beautiful place imaginable, with the best people ever. Merry Christmas everyone if I don't say it to you individually, and if you live in the Northwest, APPRECIATE IT!!! If you live in Texas you already appreciate it, so I won't even go there....texans and their Texas pride...oh geesh. Why can't people on the west coast be like that??? Question of the day: Are you grateful for your home? Love you all, happy days and happy nights!!
That was the cheesiest post ever, but I like it.
That was the cheesiest post ever, but I like it.