We have made it to Texas. We got in yesterday afternoon and now Paul is headed back to Albany and I am a very sad Brenda. I miss everything familiar. I feel like I have made a mistake coming here, but I know that is just fear and the unknown in my head, not reality. Paul doesn’t like it here already, he says it is too much like Long Island, and the people are not friendly enough. I think I need to find an apartment and meet some people before I can tell if it is going to work.

I will admit that everything is a bit strange here. It is flat. The houses are like little Hollywood sets, or something from the Twilight Zone. They are all crammed together, and they all look the same. The water taste horrible too. And everything is brown, kind of like New York in March, the dead grass, and no leaves on the trees.

On the positive side, I can find my way around without getting too lost. I am comfortably unpacked in my sister in laws house. It is sunny here, not very warm, but sunny.