Texas, Our Texas: Come back

 My love affair with Texas started 45 years ago

I grew up in Salt Lake City, in an ultraconservative, religion-infused, and patriarchal culture. I was the daughter of a ranch-family career woman and a Lebanese blue collar worker who were not, um, mainstream. With my olive skin, brown eyes and preference for more diverse lifestyles, I did not fit in.

I couldn’t wait to get out of there, and Texas was my first stop. At 22 years old, my husband and I moved to Houston at the same time the rest of the country (seemed like) did, in1976. Our welcome ceremony included a car fire 30 feet away from our overloaded U-Haul on the gridlocked I-45 South freeway. I loved it immediately.

Over the next few months, we settled into jobs, found housing, bought automobiles and made lifelong friends. The contrast to safe, stolid, Utah was clear. Here was a BOOMING economy, people that were a lot bolder and wilder than back home, and the entire place boasted a pretty cavalier attitude about “the ways things ought to be done.”

The oil was pumping, the Oilers were winning, and everyone — including me, an English major with no other skills — could find a good job. That starter job turning into a 45-year entrepreneurial career was not unusual here, while was hard to imagine in Utah or anywhere else.

The feeling was palpable: this was a land of opportunity. It had the air of the Wild West.

A melting pot of energy

Even though everyone back home meant to scare us off with tales of the heat and the bugs and the craziness, I fell for Texas hard. I loved being able to be outside year-round, I loved the range of skin colors and the cacophony of languages, I loved the arts & culture, I loved the professional sports, I loved the nonstop hustle.
The activity was constant, and it was all accessible. Where else could you get tickets to an off-Broadway play and park right outside on the street? Where else could you drive on the beach?
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