deep in the heart of texas

so tired after thirty seven hours on the road

I finally made it back to Texas!

After weeks of D searching for a job, we decided that it would be best to move to Houston where he would find more and better opportunities.  When we first made the decision to relocate, I did my very best to contain my true excitement.  I wanted to be sure that D and I made this decision for the right reasons and not be swayed by my love of the Lone Star State.  Very quickly, however my real emotions began to seep out of every seam of my being.  It was like a nuclear meltdown of happiness!

I know I am sounding melodramatic but this was serious stuff.

Contrary to popular belief, Disneyland is not the happiest place on earth.  It is Texas.  Ask any Texan how they feel about their homeland and they will express true and unbridled love.  Display a Texas flag and we will stand and pledge allegiance.  Play some country music and we really can't help but tap a toe.  Offer brisket smothered with sticky sweet barbeque sauce and we will eat it.  Give us the option to move back home and we will jump at the chance.

In order to get down here, we had to endure a long drive in a tiny car with a crying baby.  We fit all of our belongings into a small U Haul trailer that our little car could barely handle.  We could only drive so fast so a journey that should have taken twenty five hours ended up lasting for over thirty seven.  To make matters worse, poor Baby K was sick with a cold and cried a lot of the time.

In order to feed little Katelyn, I had to pump milk in the back seat so that I could feed it to her from a bottle and save some time.  Several lucky truckers got a free peep show I'm sure.

I only got to ride in the front seat for about an hour and a half at the very beginning of the trip.  I spent most of the drive sitting in the back, holding a pacifier in Katelyn's mouth, singing "Old McDonald" and flashing the other vehicles.

Everyone said that we would never make it in just two days.  Little did they realize that this would just further my resolve.  I am stubborn like that sometimes.

Right before midnight on Thursday, we stumbled into my parents house.  The exhaustion of our trip gave way to excitement and we stayed up until three in the morning talking and laughing.

We are so happy to be here (some of us probably more than others).  D is still trying to adjust to the heat but Katelyn seems to love it and I feel right at home.  Now we are looking forward to happy Texas memories.