“All new states are invested, more or less, by a class of noisy, second-rate men who are always in favor of rash and extreme measures, but Texas was absolutely overrun by such men.” – Sam Houston
Let me start this post by stating that there is NO DOUBT that I believe in my heart of hearts that this is where God wants me to be and I would not be where I am as a man today if I had not packed up my worldly belongings in two large duffle bags and jumped a Greyhound bus and left the driving to them 5 years ago, never to return to my native home of Pittsburgh.
While people immediately identify me as a refugee from up yonder, the fact is I am starting to notice Texas rubbing off on me. E.G.
- anything under 55 degrees is suddenly a wee bit chilly
- I simply WILL NOT leave the house if there is frozen preciptiation on the ground
- My punctuality game has taken a major hit
- I am a barbecue snob
- I have taken to putting ranch on EVERYTHING
In all seriousness, though, while I love Texas, I do not love it like Native Texans do. Their affinity for Texas can be down right treasonous at times; manifests itself in random foolishness like the Texas pledge, the propaganda machine that is Texas History in schools and that penchant for threatening Secession (I asked around, fellow Texans…if you leave the country you will need to build a fence to keep us IN. Texas gets a lot less attractive as a home when its not one of fifty (or fifty-seven, shout out to POTUS and his new math)) and is a stand alone entity. Frankly, the only reason this place is livable at all is due to the fact that federal regulations keep Texas from coming COMPLETELY unhinged.
But this is my new home. A home I moved to in 2004 in part to revitalize interest in local politics. I would have been better off moving to Detroit to save General Motors and Chrysler. Thank God for plan B.
I will get back to Plan A as soon as I finish school.