I’m moving to Longview in two weeks. To hear people’s reactions, you’d think I were burying myself alive in a concrete box under a nuclear power plant that has been set on fire.
I am not going to die of heat exhaustion from the sheer effort of walking up a flight of stairs to my second-story apartment every day. Really. I used to live on the fifth floor in Mississippi, and my sister’s apartment on the Gulf Coast was second-story. It isn’t that hard.
The heat isn’t going to kill me under any circumstances. Being a Yankee doesn’t mean I’m made of snow. Well-meaning people from all over the country continue to advise me to drink lots of water and so on, but really, I can handle it. I lived in Mississippi. I’ve been to Texas before. And believe it or not, it gets hot in New York, too! Just not nearly often enough. It was 95 one day last week - my God, was it gorgeous. I just sat outside on the deck soaking it up. Unfortunately, it dropped into the 80s almost immediately. But it was nice while it lasted.
I’m not going to stop talking to everyone I know just because I don’t live there anymore! I have a telephone, a cell phone, and an internet connection, not to mention a mailbox - I’ll keep in contact with everyone, I promise! I’m even going to go back to New York on vacations once in a while. Texas isn’t a black hole whence you can never return, and I’m not going to develop Friend Amnesia and forget I care about anyone back North.
Texas is not the Wonderful World of Bigots. I’m not going to cross the state line and immediately transform into a racist homophobic asshole. My friends and neighbors are not going to be racist homophobic assholes simply because they are Texans. Gunslinger has lived in Texas his entire life, and he is not a racist homophobic asshole. If I’m not one now, I’m certainly not going to magically become one when I change my license plates.
I intend to learn to shoot when I get down there. This will not result in my immediately going Bonnie Parker and shooting everyone I see. It’s possible to know how to use a firearm without being a murderer. It’s also possible to live in Texas without owning a gun. My learning to shoot is a choice, not a compulsion, so don’t blame the Texas government or my fiancé. (Ah-hyuck - yuh gotta own two rifles and a pistol to be a Texas citizen! Ah bet it’s a law! Ah-hyuck!)
In a less Texas-specific vein:
My lack of All-clad cooking pots and pans will not result in my starvation. I have a saucepot and a frying pan. I cooked everything in them when I lived in a dorm. I’m sure I can survive until I can afford a real cooking set.
Yes, I have planned how I’m going to get everything down there. Yes, Gunslinger is planning to help me. Yes, I’m sure I’ll be alright. Yes, I’m going to get a job when I’m there. Yes, I am absolutely certain that this is what I want to do.
Yes, I’m nervous. But no, moving to Texas is not lethal.