I will never be a Texan. No way. Just got back from a Brooklyn visit that included an emotional roller coaster. Not the visit I had planned. A solo 5 days with all of my women friends was what I had in mind. Films, theater, restaurants. I got that all in while tending to a husband who was in crisis mode caring for a very elderly Mom. This experience enhanced me and I observed incredible loving and kind human behavior from staff and family all caring about a very old 96 year old woman. It doesn't get better than this in life. But I am not a Texan. I am a transplanted New Yorker with NYC roots in my blood. Bronx/Brooklyn to be specific. I am happy to be back in Austin. I am happy to be in our home.
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