Texas is our home now.

We’re on the cusp of fall, at least from what the calendar tells us, and I’m a little bummed out. I love fall in central Illinois… leaves changing, the air is crisper, you bring out the sweaters and scarves.

Here in El Paso, it’s almost 90 degrees for the high today. Leaves changing? The only changing they’re doing is being blown off the trees. Air becoming crisper? HA. Maybe when it’s a “chilly” 62 at night. (What is wrong with me?? 62 cold??)

Anyway. I love all the festivals. Last weekend in our hometown was their annual festival and it made me sad to not be there. All the other towns around will be having their festivals too, if they already haven’t. And then there’s the orchards… apple picking, pumpkin picking, pumpkin butter, hot cider…. siiiggghhhh.

My husband is right though, this is now our home. So we have to make it feel like home, despite what the thermometer says. So today I lit a big jar candle, turned on a fan, made some instant cappuccino, and called it fall. In  my own house. That’s legit, right?

Now that we’ve been here over two months, it is starting to feel like home. Our house looks, well, lived in. We have weeds growing in the yard (surprisingly, I know). We now have one car with Texas plates.

And I have to say, I kind of like it here. It’s not so bad. There’s plenty to do and see… we just haven’t gotten out to see everything yet. The summer here has to be filed in my mind like the winter in the Midwest. Don’t go outside for a long period of time if you don’t need to. Find things to do inside where it’s not so hot.

Columbus Day weekend, we both have a few days off. We plan on finding more things to do around here… maybe hit up a few museums, go to the zoo, or tackle McKelligon Canyon. No matter what we do, we’re home, and we’re together.