In January 2005, I married a country boy. Did I know what I was getting myself into? Not entirely. He had agreed to move to Seattle, and somewhere in my head, I thought he would convert to a city boy. You cannot take the country out of the boy, though, so he tried to take the city out of the girl. That failed, too.
The compromise came when we found 35 acres in Northeast Texas that was about an hour from Dallas. In Seattle, it took me nearly an hour to go 20 miles anyway, so an hour to the nearest big city was acceptable.
My country hazing began abruptly, as I moved to Texas by myself to start my dream job. I was quickly exposed to loud thunder, crazy lighting, big bugs, bigger spiders, and geckos in my shower. Country life is a little different than what I'm used to, but I'm learning to love it more each day (especially now that Brent's here too). This is my story. Enjoy, laugh, comment.
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