Fort Home.

Let's talk about Texas.

Texas is not the south. Yes, it is in the southern part of the United States, but it is not the south. South is Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi: places with strong surviving factions of the klan, white towns next to black towns. Yes, I admit, in Texas there are more pick-up trucks than one man can count, and a meth addict can be spotted outside your local grocery store asking for gas money (I didn't know, but wouldn't be surprised, that gasoline is an ingredient in meth). And there are probably a good amount of klan members in Texas. But shit, man, it's a big state! There's bound to be a couple klansmen. It's not GD Atlantis!

The point is, Texas is not the south. Texas is more like the west, but not even that. Much like Chicago is not Illinois, Texas is not the United States. The people here don't wear overly tight pants and shop at boutiques. If they do, they belong somewhere else (see "Dallas is not Texas," yet to be written). People here wear shirts in public, and if they wear wife-beaters, they are of a lighter color than their skin (see "Die Hard"). Texas is something big and beautiful. Smart, and not GD backward! It is unfair to group this state in with the south. Texas screams "Fuck you!" just the way I like.

To the point, ignoring that nonsensical rant above, we found out today that Texas will be our home for the next 3 or however many years. Fort Hood. Right in the middle. Just far away from every big city that a trip is not out of the question. It will be amazing.

We are already planning the move and looking at places to stay if we can't find a place on base. Something beautiful is settling into place. Our married life in a single home. A real first home together. I can't express how excited I am.