We made it to Texas mostly unscathed. I only cried twice on the plane. Props to me. Apparently exhaustion, congestion, and cabin pressure can reek some serious havoc on a one year old. The first leg of the trip I was on the last row sandwiched between two 40 something year old men. Screaming baby, crying woman, those poor men deserved a medal for their patience and understanding.
My sister-in-law and her cute family drove up from Houston to help us move in and pick me up from the airport. Aaron and his Dad arrived shortly thereafter. We spent lots of time hanging out with the family which made the trip seem a lot more like a vacation than a move.My first observation about Texas, it was extremely flat. I wasn't too sure what to expect before I got here. But, it reminds me of the valleys in Utah. Take Utah, cut off the mountains and you have Texas.
Second observation: People here are ridiculously nice. There are nice people across the nation, but here strangers are nice to other strangers. You say "thank you" to someone and they usually respond "my pleasure." Everyone holds doors open and waves thank you when you let them cross the street. It's fabulous.
Third observation: It's really hot (and it's only October). People keep warning me about the summer. I have somehow convinced myself that it won't be as hot as people say. AKA severe denial.
Fourth Observation: There are two things that reign supreme here. Football (the Dallas Cowboys) and Dr. Pepper. They have Diet Dr. Pepper on tap everywhere. It's heavenly.All observations aside, there is one thing that I love, without a doubt, about Dallas. Chick-fil-A. There is one on every corner it seems like. I have been there no less than 10 times. I'm pretty sure the staff people know who we are.
We're almost done unpacking