To Much To Ask?

I wasn’t sure what I was going to blog about today and then as I sat down at Starbucks it kinda hit me, so first let me forewarn you. This post is going to be a bit of a rant, if you will. I need to get a few things off my chest about living in Texas, so if you are not up for the challenge of reading my thoughts on this subject or you are an absolute lover of all things Texas than I apologize in advance but this blog needs to be written.

Now just because I’m about to write this does NOT mean I am not a thankful person. I am thankful person, it just means I need to get some things off my mind.

For starters……

Texas…..Texas was supposed to be the beginning of this new chapter of our life. It was supposed to be the place where we finally dug in and planted our roots, bought a house and raised our kids, found a church and got involved with ministry. It was going to be this amazing place. Sure I anticipated bumps along the way, because let’s face it that’s life and life if full of bumps,? but seriously Texas has been anything but fun……anything but, at this point, I have to force myself to find things I actually semi-like about Texas, so let me share those with you now…

  1. The weather
  2. Starbucks

And that my friends is it!! J

I am not even joking and let’s face it there are about a dozen other states I can find those two things in.

Another one of my BIG misconceptions about living in Texas was all this bull crap about Southern hospitality. I guess I just assumed it would be like the “real” south (which in my mind is Kentucky, Georgia, where I’ve experienced Southern Hospitality) HECK NO it is not!! People are flippin rude here. Oh my goodness. The people….WOW!!  (sidenote: this completely and fully excludes Jeff’s Texas family, they are amazing and a rare blessing)

So preface, we live in an area of Houston that is known for having money. We are in the suburb area where all the oil industry folk’s family lives, so VERY rich, snobby, stuck up people, drive BMWs, Mercedes, Land Rovers etc. We live in an area that (I literally JUST did a “nearby me search) and the cheapest house for sale is $430,000….So MONEY is here and with money comes this “better than thou attitude” I wish it wasn’t true but it really is. I really am starting to understand when Jesus said “Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” Matthew 19:24

Now hear me, this is NOT me passing judgement on rich people, this is just me simply saying, I get it.

I understand how different life is when you make over 100,000, life becomes a lot easier, but with that ease comes an attitude of superiority, of ungratefulness and I can say that because that was me for about 4 months and I didn’t like who I was becoming, so am I glad Jeff lost his job? No, but I am thankful for this giant step back to do some major self-assessment and say, “whoa wait, I never want to have so much money that I become callous to those around me, ungrateful for the things I have to really plan to go buy or calculate to spend money on because for me those items mean so much more than just frivolously going out and buying whatever I want whenever I want it, if that makes sense

And finally probably my biggest Texas “dislike”, if you will and what prompted this post to begin with, is I walked into the Starbucks that I come to ALL the time and there is a large group of women, probably 25 of them, they appear to be moms, wives of I assume oil guys and they sit at a long reserved table and they talk, loudly for a couple of hours, laughing and interacting with each other and today it struck me. Oh what I wouldn’t give to have been invited to be a part of their group. A group, which prior to moving to Texas, I just assumed I would have been involved with. And yet, here I sit, alone, blogging about them, because the reality is I am not a part of them. My husband is no longer a petroleum engineer. We won’t be Texans much longer. And not ONE Texan woman has given me the time of day, had any interest in getting to know me outside of anywhere. Not one!! And to this girl who is extremely relational, who enjoys meeting new people, making people feel welcome and at home I think this is pathetic because this isn’t my state to make people feel home in and most definitely I’ve not experienced any Southern hospitality here. Even going a step farther, the handful of churches we’ve visited here. NOT ONE person has welcomed us, let alone followed up with us afterward. “Hey could we grab coffee and actually meant it!!” PATHETIC!!!  Oh I’m sure if we wanted to tithe our generous monthly check there perhaps that would have garnered some attention, but no thank you….over you and all of it!!

Am I excited about moving to Ohio? Not excessively

BUT it gets me out of Texas AND I find that people who live in impoverished areas and are from the heartland are just kinder and more welcoming. So this excites me, PLUS we get to live with my awesome in-laws and they love to play cards and board games, so I’ll have tons of social interaction, something I’ve definitely been lacking for the last several months. So my happy tank will be filling right up!! I’m not excited about the cold, but thankfully, my husband just bought me a set of cuddl duds so I’ll just live in those and the next thing on my “to do” list is to find a low carb, low calorie decaf or low caffeine hot drink, I was super excited thinking for a second that was hot chocolate, but omg hot chocolate is packed full of carbs, so it looks like I’ll be eliminating that one L

Oh well…….


So I guess the moral of today’s blog post is that what I needed from Texas was the possibility of roots, friendship and sadly six months later none of that happened. Maybe Ohio will offer that, maybe it won’t. I just hope that sometime in the next five years our life will be settled in some state where my husband will be working and we’ll be living happily ever after, is that to much to ask?

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