But I've switched teams.
People, I've got boots. Cowgirl boots.
Show me you say?
So remember when I posted my birthday wish list circa 2009? Well an old friend of mine from Waco, you know her as JenA, wrote me and said, give me your shoe size, the widest size of your foot, your favorite color and take boots off your list.
Jen was definitely the most texas girl I met when I moved to Waco (she's one of the people who told me texas could secede) and constantly fought for her State when I made fun of doormats and flags and potato chips in the shape of Texas. So it feels perfect that I would get my first pair of cowgirl boots from her. And now look at me. When I got home Thursday night and found the box on my couch, I threw off my heels and put on the boots...
So now, I'm officially a texan. I came to this state kicking and screaming in December of 2000. I shed a little tear when I traded in my Missouri driver's license and tried to smile for the camera several years later. Even after buying a house in Austin when people asked where I was from I said, Kansas City. But Thursday night I jumped up and down in my living room in front of the pregnant and a little confused Michelle and shouted, "I'm at Texan! I'm a Texan!" and I slipped into my new dancing boots.
I've been in this over-indulgent, prideful, backwoodsy, conservative, gun-toting, bible-bearing. SUV and too-big-truck driving state 8 years and five months and finally, on the cusp of turning 31, and with my official owning of cowgirl boots, I'm surrendering my pride (of Missouri?!) and requesting no more St Joe Proud bumper stickers for my car. I'm keeping Austin weird now. Texas, I'm officially yours.
And I'm wearing my boots.