Speak Texan To Me

A series of first only seems appropriate for this blog considering I had a series of lasts when we left Texas.

Today was a busy first day down under. It started with a very long walk through the neighborhood to locate Ian's new school. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the first bell in the morning rings at 9 am, not 7:50 as it did it CStat.

Upon return to the house and after a whole lot of ironing, Paul and I headed to the bank to set up a new account. To my former students- you would appreciate hearing me ask questions that may have seemed silly to the banker (although she was incredibly friendly) but I had to ask them to be sure I understood how things worked.

After the accounts were established we headed straight to get our new cell phone accounts established. My number is unusual...and it will take me awhile to remember it and learn how to dial (once again being naive to the ways things work down here.) The experience while setting up the new phone accounts was highlighted by the employee mimicking an American accent. It wasn't quite "sing to me in Texan" but it may have well been. It was so bad that I didn't even realize what he was attempting to do until he told me that was his best effort. So, I suppose this is what Paul went through over and over again while in Texas. I gave him an odd look. He also talked about how aggressive American women are...not the best way to win me as a customer. Next time I will wear my boots and give him a good kick in the shin. I can give into the stereotypes if he insists. And yes, I did bring my cowboy boots.

While grabbing a bite to eat (meat pie again) I actually said pardon in a French accent to a lady. Clearly I am confused by the lack of familiarity and for some reason thought I was in France again.

In all, this day brought a new sense of relief. I felt better about life (probably due to the 12 hours of sleep I had.) I felt welcomed by the Aussies for the most part. I was excited to explore the neighborhood and even felt like I might get used to driving here. I was able to watch some of the Spurs game and the boys were able to watch Sam and Cat. Little familiarities made the day more comfortable and appreciating the baby steps showed me that I can adjust.

For years I have taught students to get out of their comfort zones and explore the "flatness" that is the world...to search for the things that make us unique and yet make us different as well. Today was the first day that I have had that chance in a long time.

On a final note, I dreamt that I left Texas A&M College Station to relocate to TAMU Kingsville. I guess my mind is telling me that I have moved south. Of course, it's a bit further that I ever anticipated.