There are some truly magical things about living in Texas. For example, it’s very cool that you can go almost any village/town/city anywhere in the world and instantly make friends by simply saying “Texas”. (This works better outside of NYC & Philly, btw). It’s also amazing that you can drive anywhere in the state, give a slight raised hand wave off the steering wheel and receive one in return. It’s a great little time passer on those Saturday trips. But one of the best parts about living in Texas is that — every once and a while — it just feels like home.
Today the ground is coated with a couple inches of powder white snow. Not just a light dusting, mind you, but legitimate, go make a snow-angel, build a snowman, snowball- fight quality snow.
I went outside early this morning to take a couple shots of the house. The neighbor’s kids were just waking up (I presume) and had just caught their first glimpse of last night’s wintry blessing. Standing on the sidewalk, I could hear their squeals from deep inside the house.
“Dad! Come look at this! Wow! Can we go play?!” they asked. I presume the Dad said it was okay, because their excited questions were quickly followed by even more squeals.
As I walked back in the house, with everything looking splendidly beautiful in the world around me, accompanied by the sound of happy children I realized…Texas feels a lot like home.