Saturday, November 11, 2017

So, I'm a Virginian now.

Of course, I'll always be a Texan at heart. I'll never stop saying y'all or annoying my friends with a constant lament about the lack of good tex-mex options. (Although there's a Chuy's in Springfield, which is almost like real tex-mex.) But according to my driver's license, my voter's registration, the plates on my car, I am a resident of the state of Virginia.

It's a bit odd, really. For all of the living far from home I did in college, first in New York and then in Florence, I've never lived a life completely separate from Texas. I still had my Texas license. My official mail went to Texas. I came back for summer holidays and winter breaks. Now I spend very little time in Texas at all. All told, only a few weeks of my year occur against the backdrop of the sweltering summers and mild winters that I've known my whole life.

Once again I find myself retracing the steps of my ancestors, this time not across an ocean, but over the Appalachians, to the home state of my grandparents. And I love it as much as they did.

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  1. Would love to read about and see photos of your journeys in Virginia!


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