Less than two weeks ago, we made the trek from New York to Texas and it was a white-knuckle experience for me. I didn’t encounter anything unique from what you likely have: endless construction, maniacs who shouldn’t have car keys, massive semi trucks, torrential rain. I hate all of it and cannot relax for a minute.
My husband also isn’t a cautious guy. He’s not the above-stated maniac but definitely has a penchant for driving even a Chevy Traverse like it’s a Ferrari488 Pista Spider. He’s owns muscle cars and is a fast car person. Sniffs your bumper if you’re not going fast enough in the left lane. Weaves in and out of traffic thinking he’s making up time. I apologize.
I’m an extremely cautious SUV driver and relatively reserved in most aspects of life. Unlike me, hubs will fit in on these wild Texas roads just fine.
Here is the major irony: as we entered the great state, these are the signs greeting you…
See the photo above ‘welcome to Texas’?^^ Add speed to those winding skyways. There is nothing “friendly” about driving on Texas highways – that I’ve yet observed.
If you have a never-been-to-Texas-northern mentality about Texans being slow… the overwhelming majority drive like my husband on steroids. Not going 90mph? GET OUT OF THE WAY!
My sweet, thoughtful, truly kind-hearted son-in-law is a born and bred Texan. He wears cowboy boots and takes his time talking. When we all climb into his Texas-sized-King Ranch-whatever type of giant truck, the young man transforms into a Formula One race car driver.
Adding to the travel ironies is my being an SPF daily girl – long before it was recommended. I take walks in big hats. This is me one hour after crossing the Texas border:
My husband and daughter were laughing that I was already hiding from the blazing sun through the windshield. Moving this girl to a “relentless sun state” shows God’s sense of humor. (My youngest who has lived here 4 1/2 yrs still deeply grieves northeast weather and coined the relentless phrase.)
Most of my wardrobe is typical New York. Dark. Or ivory. Not lightweight ivory clothes. Black pants. Heavy cream-colored sweaters. I know, it sounds like I’m already complaining. I’ll change my tune to joy in February while walking outdoors without snow boots on.
So, we arrived in Central Texas Hill Country. Enjoyed Thanksgiving and my fellow road warriors hubs and oldest daughter flew back to NY on Monday. The whole gang will be back in three weeks to stay for the holidays.
Now, the unboxing begins. And I have a lot to do. In the house. For Christmas. So I must take a blogging break to try and make some of our traditions happen. Not sure how long of a break, but hopefully not more than a couple weeks.
Thank you kindly for reading and may this wonderful, festive month be everything you hope♥️🎄.
Featured image: the truck made me smile and I snapped the photo (I think?) in Tennessee.
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