Namaste – Texan Style

Published on August 22, 2012

Let’s be clear. We are PROUD Oklahomans and faithful OU Sooner football fans (Boomer Sooner) no doubt. Always have been and I’m guessing we always will be.

And even though we have relocated from our home state, we are proud to be OKC Thunder fans too!

So why does Austin, TX (Longhorn Country) feel so much like home?


I’ll tell you why...

1. People wave. Yes, they wave. Whether driving a car, walking the dog, jogging, baby in stroller, on a skateboard, sitting on the porch... people wave. It’s the right thing to do and I love it. It feels good. It's like Namaste - Texan Style. 

Growing up in Oklahoma, especially rural western Oklahoma (Chris says "city people" don't wave as much), it is just flat rude to pass by someone without either waving, nodding, tipping their hat, or speaking a greeting (hey, howdy, how ya doin', etc.). You don’t need to know the person, you just do it.

Living in other states, I would be walking my dog and would wave at cars passing by or people on the other side of the street and you would have thought I was some weirdo or just flat invisible. I guess maybe I was to them. They didn’t know me...why would I wave at them? I could always tell the mid-westerners or southerners apart from others because they waved or shouted a greeting.

No judgment here. It’s just a way of life. I like it when people wave. It feels like home to me.

2. Friends are here. Yes, we have friends in lots of places around the world, but the truth is, we developed some really close friendships during our original 3 years here in Austin. These are people who were excited that we were coming back and who let us live in their spare bedrooms indefinitely with no questions asked (with our dog Digger) while we looked for a place, showed up to help us load and unload boxes, and took time and energy to carry appliances up two flights of stairs.

It’s one thing to have friends that you work with or see at an occasional party, but it is entirely different to know that if you need something, all you have to do is call (or nowadays it’s a text!).

There are so many country songs written about this that it makes me giggle even as I write! Although Bon Jovi sings one of my favs, "Who Says You Can't Go Home."

We did make friends in Florida and we had a few good friends when we showed up since we lived there before. They are AMAZING and would give the shirt off their backs to help us out. We hung out from time to time and thoroughly enjoyed their company when we did. This isn’t about them. It’s about us. I think somehow we knew deep down that we would not be there forever, so we didn’t connect deeply.

3. Family nearby. There is something about having family nearby that provides a sense of comfort ... a peace if you will. Even thoughthe majority of our family including parents, siblings, our son, aunts, uncles, cousins and nieces live a short six a a half hour drive away in Oklahoma, our new granddaughter and her mom and dad live here in Austin. It feels right to be able to provide support and be here to watch them grow as a family. Not sure what it will be like if/when our son starts a family, but I suppose we will cross that bridge when we get to it.

Being able to just jump in the car and drive “home” to Oklahoma if we choose or are needed is a nice feeling. Living so far south in Florida, it was a 24 hour drive to get back or an airplane ride. Getting on a plane to head back sounded easy enough when we conceptualized it, but in reality, it is an expensive and time consuming proposition. Add to that a 14 year old dog who we refuse to kennel and ... well, if you ever had a beloved (and spoiled) pet you know what I am talking about. All good in theory - just not in practice.

The truth of the matter is just FEELS right.

Home is a feeling - not a place. Being in real estate for over 20 years now and having moved 11 times in the last 14 years, I can honestly affirm, “Home is where the heart is.” 

And as it turns out, it's where people wave!




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