If you haven’t been able to tell from my tweets and posts, the Little Lady and I are visiting family in Oklahoma. I was born, raised, and educated in this state and I absolutely love it! Never, EVER, did I plan or anticipate living anywhere other than right here in “Green Country.” Growing up, I vowed I would never marry a Texan (like so many of my family did) and I would NOT actually move there.
So much for being adamant.
Despite having lived in Texas for nearly eight years, I still (and probably always will) consider myself an Oklahoman . . . just don’t call me an Okie. I HATE that term!
I love coming home; as our plane neared the Tulsa airport, I tried to point out familiar landmarks to a very disinterested little girl (who can blame her though — she had other things on her butt mind). Walking to my mom’s van, I couldn’t keep the excitement at bay. I WAS HOME!!!!!!
Each day since has been wonderful — some days have been activity filled, such as visiting the local farm shown in these photos; other days have just been quiet, simple, and comfortable in my parents’ home.
As you can see from the pictures, this area, my home, is beautiful. There’s no other way to put it. Heck, even my shoes look good in Oklahoma.
If I could convince my husband that life is better here, that we NEED to live here, I would. I would move back in a heart-beat. I miss the trees, rivers, lakes, hills, and family that reside in this state. It’s incredibly hard being over 9 hours away — seeing family only 2 or 3 times a year.
So, Hubby, I guess what I’m saying is . . . you can add “Move to Oklahoma” to my Christmas List. In fact, put it at number one.
