Weather Blues
"If you don't like the weather in Texas just wait a few minutes and it'll change." Those were some of the first words I ever heard come out of my uncle's mouth my first day in Texas. Soon after my complaints about the weather, he pushed me away on a bike while my father unloaded our moving van.
Already I hated Texas.
We moved down from Maryland. Where the weather is most always the same form of cold and colder and we only ever got a heat wave 3 times in a summer. I could ride my bike for hours without ever breaking a sweat. Not in Texas. I hardly made it up and around the block before I started panting, sweating, and cursing everything around me.
I was 10 when my father told me we were moving to Texas I pictured rolling tumbleweeds and desert. I was 11 when we finally did move. Every day in Texas I wished more and more for the rolling mountains, beaches, trees and waterfalls from back home.
Here I am now ten years later and I admit I have most unwillingly adapted to the weather. My uncle was right about the weather. It changes from summer to winter to fall to spring in completely random order. It will be hot and sunny one day then cold and cloudy the next, followed by a day of rain and storms and capping off with a day of ice and snow.
I must admit though. I love where I live. There are so many things to do in Arlington between museums, amusement parks, plays, bars, and shopping that ten years later I am still discovering new things to do around town.
I may miss the East Cost but I still love Texas.
