We moved to the Hill Country in 1991. Two days after we moved in, still charmed by the deer we could see outside of our home’s windows, my husband hit one going about 50 mph in his truck. The deer’s carcass hadn’t stopped rolling when two truck loads worth of hungry locals started fighting over the carcass.

I’m a native Texan. I never adjusted to rural life. The area was beautiful. I tried to remind myself of it every time I drove on FM 3159 towards Sattler to go to the post office, a neat 36 miles round trip.

Now I live in North Florida. The weather is the same but there are cold water springs less than two hours away and the grocery store is within walking distance.

I’ll never consider myself a Floridian but I’m glad to be living here. I buy my dog food from a Petsmart instead of a feed store with a pig behind the counter. Well, I guess I miss that a little bit…