A long time ago in a country far, far away, there lived a girl from Texas who was a blogger. She traveled far and wide across her beloved adopted country and blogged about everything she saw with pure glee. After more than three glorious years, though, the fairytale came to an end and she returned to the great state of her birth very sad and very hot. Fast forward exactly one year and, well, funny how things just seem to work out.
By way of reintroduction, I’m Carmen and, obvs, “she” is me. In case you are just joining the party, I was lucky enough to spend three years living and working in Canada. While there, I traversed the country forward and backward; I learned new things; I met a motherlode of awesome people; I ate new foods; I saw things I’d never seen before (I’m looking at you six foot high snow drifts); and had the absolute time of my life. And blogged about it for all the world to read.
Once I moved back to the States, I stopped blogging. I missed it, but what was there to say? Houston is hot. You have to live inside an arctic cold blast-like air-conditioned bubble seven months a year. And, really, how many times can you talk about going to the Galleria without it sounding like broken-record time? Not that many. My momma always taught me that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. So I didn’t. Until now, that is. The tens and tens of you who have been begging me to blog again were very persuasive, not to mention pushy; blog readers can be so demanding that way. And, really, who am I to deny you your happiness?
It took a long time — nearly a year, in fact — for me to finally see that when life gives you lemons, you make a daiquiri. I mean, THIS IS THE SHOW, right? You can either live stuck in the past or get busy moving forward. So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps1, got out there like I always have and decided to live an awesome life, Texas or not. I finally feel like the old Carmen again. The bubbly, witty, laugh-out-loud girl who wants to experience as much as humanly possible has resurfaced and just in time. I’m making copious good friends; I’m dating very cute and very smart guys; I’m saving copious tax dollars2; and am finally interested in learning all kinds of awesome things about Houston and Texas again.
I’ve also had copious conversations with lots of different people of late who constantly ask if I’d done “this” or “that” in Texas. And every time, I found myself pretty much saying “actually, no”. Don’t get me wrong — I’ve traveled a *ton* of places, but I hadn’t done “this” or “that”; I hadn’t been “here” or “there” in Texas. In fact, I’ve never even been west of San Antonio and, trust me, there’s a *lot* of Texas west of San Antonio. I realized that I knew waaaay more about Toronto and Canada than most of its own inhabitants, and yet knew next to nothing about my own backyard. Ergo, I’m officially blowing the dust off of my rusty old blog; I’m going to traverse my place of birth and blog about my amazing state — the places, the people, the foods and the crazy things I see and find. We already know everything is bigger and better here, so I’m going to go check every bit of it out because that’s how I roll. I’m preparing to shake what my momma gave me because I plan to have one helluva Texas-sized good time on my adventures!
Photo courtesy of Dave Triomphe on Flickr. Because really…what other state could possibly look as cool as Texas in Bud Light 12-packs?
1 Because y’all know we all have boots down here, right?
2 And when I say “copious”, I mean “a freaking motherlode”.