Cowboy boots, Mexican food, and the Battle of the Alamo. Of all the fifty states my favorite one has to be Texas. When you are living in Texas or from Texas, you realize that it is not just your home it is a way of life. I was born there and although I moved eleven times in my life I spent a majority of my time there. Most importantly the last five years of my life were spent living in San Antonio, my birthplace.
When I found out I was moving my junior year of high school to Georgia, it felt like my world was crushed. My last two years of high school were going to be the best of my life, and now I had to move somewhere where I did not know a single soul. I honestly thought that my life was over and my parents were playing a sick joke on me. The hardest part was leaving all my friends and my school, which I was and still am obsessed with. I had lived in San Antonio for five consecutive years, which was the longest I had lived anywhere, ever. Although, I have met some great people here and I know that is will take some getting used to, it does not make it any easier to be at a school where you know not even one-fifth of the people. I have to try and take it day by day, but it is by no means easy.
One of the greatest parts of living in Texas was the pride they have. Texans have more pride for their state than most people do for their country. When you leave the country and people ask where you are from and you say Texas, people automatically know what you are talking about. Whereas if I was to tell a cab driver down in Latin America I was from Rhode Island, the likelihood of them knowing where that was is very slim. Although, Georgia is my home for the next two years, I feel my one true home will always be in San Antonio, Texas.
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