Tuesday, September 1, 2015

I'm Not a Cowgirl and I'm Not a Showgirl

 

 I'm obsessed with Texas. Or maybe I'm just obsessed with what it represents to me... bear with me...  Oh, I wasn't obsessed when I lived there, but now I must shout out where I am from anywhere I am. The way I know this is I am always buying Walker Texas clothes and me Texas clothes. I always fought against the stereotype of horses and guns, but when I lived there I never understood the pride. To me, truthfully it isn't about Texas the state. It is about Texas, where my family and many loved ones reside. The state printed on a piece of clothing is simply a portrait of my loved ones. I'm a big family girl. I just am. Living in Dallas I shouted to everyone I was a West Texan at heart. Oh, I still am. My family resides in West Texas and I am so very proud of that. Being many miles away is tough on the soul. We have amazing neighbors and wonderful friends in Nevada. This is what fills the soul with its own chicken soup, but there is a still a hole that yearns for visits when you want visits and a quick trek to visit best friends instead of planning that trek. The 2 hour time difference is strange. The strangest thing is now fighting the stereotype of the new land. That we don't gamble all day or play on the Strip. I'm not a cowgirl and I'm not a showgirl. Both of these lands are filled with good people and sunshine. No stereotype needed.

 
 

1 comment:

Nick Gray said...

And your amazing husband...