It’s official. Whit and I survived the drive south, and I’ve been a San Antonio resident for seven days. Despite its looks, the photo above is not my back yard. It was taken at a rest stop in Oklahoma.
Today is the first full day without Whitney. She was a huge blessing. It was awesome to have someone to come home to, someone to laugh with everytime we got lost, and someone to explore with—I bet we ate Mexican food at least once a day. Above is a lovely photo from Los Barrios.
One of the many stacks of boxes. The items in these boxes still needed a "place". My kitchen is tiny compared to my last one. All of the cabinets are full of dishes, pans, tubberware, and other kitchen stuff. I had to place a shelf to the right just to store food.
Things I love so far: 1. Texas pride. Check out one of the shopping bags from H-E-B—my new employer. It was so obnoxious that as a new Texas resident, I had to have one.
2. Texas sunshine. Even on days when it rains or storms, which has been most days because we’re in rain season, we still get four or five hours of sun. And it’s never poured: only what we Midwesterners call sprinkle.
Things I’m still getting used to:
1. Attention women get from guys. I’m used to the Midwest—where guys are too timid to approach girls. Here, guys will say whatever is on their mind. Whitney and I got a lot of comments walking around together. Whit even slammed the car door on a guy who gave her the “Hey, Momma.” Whit's reply, “I ain’t no one’s mama.”
2. Texas-sized critters. They’re so big and plentiful that you can’t even call them bugs. So far I’ve killed a critter or two a day. I saw the largest cockroach I’ve ever seen outside a zoo. Thankfully he was already dead and in the fitness center—and not my apartment. I might have had a heart attack. Still getting used to checking under the covers before I crawl into bed. I'm buying a fly swatter to kill, so that I don't have to ruin my shoes.
