Home again, home again...

Well all those things I was wondering about Midland feeling like home were answered. The things that I thought would be frustrating were and the things that I thought would be wonderful were. I hated the weather, but I liked wearing snowboots. I felt trapped by how small it was, but I was happy to have the half hour in the car that it takes to get to the nearest Target with family. It all seemed, for lack of a better word, very midwestern. And it's not that I'm not midwestern it's just that, well, you know, I've never liked Cracker Barrel and that's just who I am. I've never identified with the Cracker Barrel crowd. So do I identify more with the southern/Texan mentality? No, I don't think so. Someone said something about Texas and I was like, "We live in Houston, not Texas." "But isn't Houston in Texas?" "Yes, but it's not Texas-y... except for how I have to say the Texas pledge every day..." So I'm not really midwestern and I'm not really southern, which is fine because since we've moved here Matt and I have had this 6 months and thousands of miles to figure out who we are and actually live it, without anyone's (dis?)approval. It's been both liberating and frightening, but certainly good, overall. And that, my friend, just might be the beginning of being an actual grown up.

Except for how Matt got/has the stomach flu and has reverted to childhood. That sounds kind of mean, but I mean it in a cute way, I just don't know how to word it better. He wants to be cuddled (even though I won't touch him because I sure don't want the stomach flu!) and he's all, "I love you!" and whatnot. He stayed home from work today. All he keeps saying is, "I prooooooobably could have made it through the day." I keep saying, "Yes, and given everyone else the stomach flu. Do you think that's what they want? The stomach flu? Because I don't know anyone who wants that."