October 30, 2011
WHAT I LOVE ABOUT EAST TEXAS....
You know, when we first bought our lake house 10 years ago, I just loved it.......We still had our Dallas house and I always had the guarantee at the end of the weekend that we'd head on back to town on Sunday evening, which meant I had grocery stores on every corner, a gas station right up the road and I didn't have to shop at Wal-Mart....EVER.
I'll never forget the day Chuck came home from work and said we were moving to the lake full time......AND it was all happening the next day! I'll never forget the panic I felt in the deepest, darkest pits of my stomach; the dread of "what am I going to do living in the country 24/7" and "but where will I get my hair colored".........I was anything but happy.
After a year of waking up each morning asking myself the question "What am I going to do today??" and a lot of tears; A LOT OF TEARS......I finally did what my Dad and Mary Engelbreit (a great artist and illustrator) always said......"I bloomed where I had been planted." I got involved with everything local. I started volunteering at Meals on Wheels.....I started learning how to play golf.....I tried to like Wal-Mart....and the tears became fewer and I found when I did head back to the big city to visit family, I couldn't wait to get back to the safety of good ol' East Texas........Those Dallas drivers had become "idiots" after I left!
This time of year in the piney woods of East Texas is one of my favorite times of year. There is always a Fall Festival....an Autumn Trails Festival....the Annual Tomato Festival; Scare-on-the-Square Festival, along with the Scarecrow Festival. You have the Butterfly Festival and the Yamboree Tator Trot; the Peanut Butter Festival and lets not forget the Eat-A-Bug-Family Arts Day.......well....you get the point. Everyone has a smile on their face; no one is in a hurry.....and everyone despises Obama, with the exception of the old man at the tire store.
I love living in East Texas.
I have also learned that sometimes we are "planted" someplace for a reason. By connecting the dots of our past, we can see clearly "why" we were planted where we were......
For me, it couldn't be any clearier.......



