Leaving Los Angeles was hard. And getting to Dallas--harder. I was so afraid of what would be waiting for me, what was lying out there in the unknown waiting to envelop me. Turns out it wasn't nearly as nefarious as I'd imagined.
Yes, Dallas is different. Texas is not California, and Texans won't hesitate to tell you that. But that's not all bad. The longer I'm here, the more I realize that my life doesn't have to be the complete rejection of one culture for the absolute acceptance of the other. It's okay to have bits of both. Don't get me wrong, no amount of time in Texas is going to make me a Glenn Beck girl, but I might be open to new music or foods.
The tile pictured above is now hanging in our kitchen. (The top portion says Shalom, for the non-Hebrew speakers). It's serving as a reminder that it's okay to accept that there might be some things I like about Dallas--and that that's okay. That embracing aspects of a life here doesn't mean I don't miss or want a life back in LA. That it's okay to say Shalom, and follow it with y'all.
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