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THE Lowly Peon

To be a Texan 
14 January 2011, 12:13am

I'm not a Texan yet, nor do I think I ever will be. However, I'm learning that calling oneself a "Texan" is far from a joke to those who really are Texans.

Since I first took this job, based in Houston, I felt pretty strongly about not becoming a Texan. In fact, I recall having something like a nightmare, on a few occasions, that involved me speaking with a southern twang such that none of my friends or family could understand. In a panic, I spoke something probably similar to "truuuck" or "boots" or "y'all wanna go for a swiuuum" and my family looked at me confused.

But something strange happened. Not only have I been wearing, exclusively, Wrangler's polyester pants that I bought at Cavender's Boot City (pronounced "boot sitah"), and retro snap shirts from the same place, but I've also been getting pretty excited about this next phase in daisy's and my life.

So for the last few days, I've been saying goodbye to my colleagues and friends here, saying gladly that I'll see them soon, when I come back in March as a Texan.

To my surprise, each one of them, if from Texas, has responded with a look that says "well, I dunno about that!"

I suppose, then, that I'll never be a Texan. Which works to both my advantage and to those of all Texans out there.

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[14 January 2011]

I'm glad you're excited about this. It isn't the place that matters, it's what you make of it! And nothing beats having your own apartment.