Okay. I confess that I reside in Texas. Though not a native, I've lived here for nearly 33 years.
I'll admit that I first hated Texas, and here's a short explanation why: My husband's job was moving to Texas. We had little notice and no time to plan a move. I was about 6 months pregnant. We had no firends or relatives here, it was the middle of summer, and the day after we arrived it rained for a week straight, and was steamy hot and humid.
We stayed in a horrible motel in the middle of nowhere for nearly 2 weeks until we could find a place to live. I was stuck alone in that motel room every day while my husband went off to work (with the car.) I spent each day paranoid, sitting in the middle of the bed, just watching out for bugs. Because of all the rain, there were a lot of roaches around and I was petrified. I hate bugs. And I was all the more horrified because until our trip to Texas I had never seen a roach in my entire life. I'm not saying that roaches didn't exist where I came from. I was just fortunate enough never to have encountered one. And yep . . . they're probably bigger in Texas.
I was convinced this was HELL ON EARTH; a bad sci-fi movie where roaches reigned in the rain.
Over time things got better, and now I can't imagine living anywhere else.
