You Know You're in Texas When...

Your plane ticket says so.

I flew home this past week to visit my parents and my dear friend Dianna before she leaves for her mission!

Your hair gets frizzy before you even walk outside. 

Whoever thinks Texas isn't humid can kiss my butt. I don't normally have frizzy hair, but I do when I go home. 

You have a million good Mexican restaurants to choose from.

One of my favorite things about going home is this little Mexican restaurant called Alfredo's. It's legit Mexican food and their salsa is amazing. I seriously haven't had a better salsa in my life. 

You, a person who doesn't sweat even if you ran five miles (because that's the farthest I've ever run), sweat like crazy.

It's the humidity and the heat. Kills me. Sorry if that's gross, just know I'm being dramatic:)

You see more Texas flags than American flags.

Texas pride y'all. 

Gas is cheaper.

Okay, this might not be true if you are coming from just anywhere, but coming from Utah where the trucks have to haul through mountains, gas is fairly expensive. I paid $3.55 a gallon last week. On our way to dinner one night I saw it for $3.19. Are you kidding me? Life's no fair. That'd save me like six bucks a fill up. 

You notice that Southern Hospitality.

One of my pit stops while home was into my mom's new office to meet her boss. While I was there, her old boss, my 3rd grade teacher, came to congratulate me on my job. With a card and some cash She's the cutest and seriously one of the reasons I stuck with my childhood dream of becoming a teacher. 

Green, flat land never looked so good.

Ever since moving to Utah, I've sworn that I will never love a place without mountains. They're grand and remind you how small you are in the grand scheme of things (in a humbling, not depressing way). But man, seeing the fields of green and lush of trees I fell in love with Texas all over again. 

Blue Bell ice cream is everywhere. 

Worth every gosh darn calorie. 

This seriously was such a great trip home. My parents spoiled me, like usual, and I still felt overwhelmed by their generosity. My mom misses having kids at home, so she builds up a desire to spoil us which kind of explodes when we come home. It's mostly cute. I got to see a lot of my old friends which was really nice. It felt like the good ole days. And best of all, it felt like a real vacation. I wasn't worried about school or my classroom or anything. I just relaxed. 

Now back to real life. Three weeks from today is the first day of school. Cra-to-the-zy. Here's to living in my classroom.