I was born in a nice little suburb outside of Dallas, Texas. Carrollton to be exact. My parents had moved to Texas before I was born for dad’s job, and they still felt like Georgia was home, but to me, Georgia was just where all the extended family lived. Carrollton was home.
When I was 10 years old, my parents started looking into moving back to Georgia. They’d had enough of living so far away from family. I, on the other hand, was terrified of such a move. I’d be leaving my friends, my school, and the only city I’d ever called home. And sure enough, when we moved to Georgia, I hated it. I believe my brother wasn’t too terribly fond of the move, either, especially since we moved into our new house on his 16th birthday. But you can’t expect kids to be happy about joining a class in the middle of the school year. Cliques had already formed and rules had already been established.
Eventually, I got used to it, and now I wouldn’t dare move far from Atlanta. But still, part of me longs for Texas, and I’ve made it my mission to visit Dallas/Carrollton one day. And even though I hadn’t experienced much at the young age of ten, there are a few things that stick out to me about Texas:
1. Childhood – If you relocate right before you go through your teenage angst years, you’re going to feel like your location is the problem. Not you. Surely if I go back and visit, I’ll be small, tan, and playing with sidewalk chalk and roly polies again.
2. The weather – I miss the dry heat. I miss the summer. I miss that mom wouldn’t take us to the pool unless it was over 97 degrees. I miss begging my dad to let me play in the sprinkler, only to be told that we were in a drought. Eating popsicles quickly before they melted all down my arm. No snow. Never. Not even a chance. Ice, maybe, but it’ll be gone tomorrow.
3. Football was a religion – We’ve established that I don’t like sports, but in Texas, the Dallas Cowboys were a big deal. And if you don’t believe me, let me tell you about the Super Bowl Sunday where it was a requirement to wear Cowboys gear to our fancy pantyhose-wearing baptist church. I know all you southerners think you do football big, but just trust me, it pales in comparison to Texas. If you watched GCB before it got canceled, you might know what I’m talking about.
4. Everything’s bigger – Just trust me on this. They don’t say this for no reason! And it’s not always a good thing, because this also applies to roaches and rats. But sometimes, good things are bigger: hair, burgers, trucks, parking lots, and malls (see here for more).
5. Armadillos and Bluebonnets – The only time I’ve seen an armadillo in Georgia is dead on the side of the road. They can be cute, though. In Texas I saw bluebonnets on the side of the road. Which state would you want to drive through?
6. Flat land – You might think I’m crazy for this, but I like flat land. It was a lot easier to ride my bike, at least. It might be tornado alley, but we could see far away if the tornado was coming, so we didn’t need to hide under a mattress until it was actually coming.7. No pine trees – I’ve grown to really hate pine trees, which are plentiful around here. When I was younger, I realized that I couldn’t walk barefoot outside without stepping on pinecones. Pine branches are more likely to snap during an ice storm, and of course the pine pollen is terrible. None of that was a problem in Texas, because we had one tiny tree in our yard.
Have you moved far away from your childhood home? What do you miss about it?
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