Texas Sized Goodbye

So Dominic's gone again. Once he comes home there will be a flurry of moving preparations and then we'll leave Texas for good.

THANK GOD.

No offense, Texas. Everyone here really loves you and likes to brag about how big you are and how we shouldn't mess with you or else, but a lot of the time you're just kind of hot and dirty--and not in a good way. I guess in some ways, living in San Antonio has been a very educational and cultural experience (like how you taught me about fresh tortillas, SA, or gently showed me that being a pale, blonde gringo is not that bad) but even the embracement of my awkward whiteness can't make up for how many stinkin' strip malls this city boasts. Maybe there are as many strip malls in Omaha as there are here, but I seriously doubt it, and anyway, Dominic's and my house are far away from them. In Nebraska we're going to be living in an actual neighborhood, with real houses and trees and sidewalks and everything. Here in Texas, we live in the middle of a parking lot.

But afterall, you were my first big city, San Antonio, and you taught me how to navigate your freeways and you gave me two car accidents and you gave me my first tapas and you gave me my Mexican kitty cat and you gave me a husband in a garden and snow flurries on Christmas Eve.

So thank you for all that. Except for the car accidents. Geeze.