Feels Like Home

Houston feels like home. I know that sounds rather surprising to those who knew how much I missed Phoenix, but it's true. I felt it within the first week we moved here. It has alot to do with the fact that for once in my life, I'm not a minority. In fact, I challenge anyone to find a 'real' majority here. Everywhere you go, faces and cultures mix and mingle - Black, Hispanic, White, Asian, Middle Eastern - at times one is more than the other, but it never seems as if one dominates in all situations. Mixed marriages are common and no one seems to think it odd that Kent married a chinese girl.

Added to this is the fact that all my chinese food is here - fresh, cheap and astonishingly good!! I think I was rather homesick for my culture; my lunches are an indication of it. For this last while, Isaac and I have had everything from winter melon soup, fish and rice, to rice noodles and veggies, mung bean and taro popsicles, fresh lichee, etc. Rather fancy when you compare it to just sandwiches. And what's more is I made it all myself! I take joy again in cooking things I miss.


To top it all off, there is just so much to do here. Isaac and I already go to the library and children's museum once a week. I have a church playgroup, and then there are the parks, free concerts and plays, gardens and zoo, all within 10 minutes drive. In the times we've visited, we have only seen a tiny part of Hermann park. The place is so family friendly and beautiful, I'm kinda set on going to it every Sunday. Isaac had a wonderful time yesterday, and Kent managed to capture it on film.