10 Years in Texas, August 18th

Ten years ago, I arrived in Austin, Texas from Boston, Mass.  Alone, in my little Volvo, I drove the two thousand miles to  an empty apartment with an air bed, clothes and a good knife for cooking. Oh and odds and ends of poetry to start grad school.  This is not very special because many people transplant for grad school.

Did I say I 43 and I had left home?  I was. It was the first time I had lived alone. Ever.  In truth it was only until the house sold in Boston and then my husband would join me. But I was a mom at 20, and here I was: no kid, no cat, no husband, no mother. . .AND I was in Texas. In August.

Texans are not like the Inuit peoples, there are  not one hundred words for heat or hot unless you start adding a variety of adjective, some more colorful than others. One learns these expressions fast when one has never seen a thermometer go over 100 before or left the really expensive lipstick in the car, even in the shade. (It was a very pretty puddle of goo.)

And so began my education in Texas.  Lot’s more to tell so y’all come back!

2 thoughts on “10 Years in Texas, August 18th

  1. Aliki Barnstone August 20, 2013 / 6:00 PMAug

    Funny, but I think of you as a Bostonian, and a newcomer to Texas, even knowing what I know about your history.

    • ammiblog August 20, 2013 / 6:00 PMAug

      As a good friend, from the wide flat part of Texas said: “You may be living in Texas but you will never, really be Texan.” He said it with love. And I said, “Got that right!”

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