Story behind "Yankees in Texas"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVuW3thAgiUA little silliness for us...Moving to Texas was a CULTURE SHOCK!My husband and I lived there for a couple years when we first got married.  It didn't take long to fall in love with the people there.  But I tell you what, Texas is a different world from what I grew up in...I wrote "Yankees in Texas" within my first year, as I found all the little differences funny.  The biggest thing for us to get used to was the overall lack of sarcasm... which my husband and I are fluent in. There were multiple times when we had to explain, "Sorry, we're not saying what we mean. We're not being mean. We're not stupid either. We're just being silly. Assume the best intentions."  Texans know how to have fun, joke around, and be silly... ours was just a little different flavor. Another thing was the friendliness. We LOVED it, as people (especially Fellowship Church) welcomed us so well in a time when we were separated from everyone and everything we knew.  Although our worldviews/ideologies differed some, we were able to find great unity.But sometimes the friendliness freaked me out a bit.  I remember one of my co-workers being so kind by trying to get to know me, but she asked some questions that were probably normal to a southerner, and I (slightly weirded out) was trying to keep a safe distance.  Of course we ended up becoming super close friends... but it took me breaking down those Yankee walls and realizing her best intentions for that to happen!There wasn't much to do within a 1 hour radius of us.  (Although they're used to driving hours, like it's no big deal!)  So the friendliness of people worked in our favor.  I can't tell you how many dinners and game nights we shared.  Even the workplace was different.  Relationships were valued as much as productivity.  The pace was rarely frantic, like we find other places.Of course there are a lot of Spanish-speakers down there.  So my "mastery" of Spanish in high school did not prove sufficient when compared to native speakers applying for the same jobs.  Along with that came Tex-mex.  That was the normal go-to food... so we had to get to know it and figure out what we liked in that style.  That made me realize that pasta dishes (our go-to) were not the norm to much of the US.I also can't describe how many country music stations there are... where stations come in, that is!  Cowgirl boots are essential fashion. BBQ is done right. Rodeos and ranching are a way of life.Although I missed the amount of trees we have back East, I LOVED the big blue sunshine-filled skies.  It was like catching up on all my 25 years of missed Vitamin D... while realizing how beautiful the world can be, and how insignificant we are compared to God.  I also loved the small-town feel.  I felt much safer in the "sketchy" areas of Bryan/College Station than I did in the gunshot-laden inner city of Rochester.Texans love Texas.  Although the amount of lone stars seen around are a bit excessive, in many ways, I can see why.  The idea of moving to Texas never came to mind until it was a reality, but I'm so grateful that we did.  Some days I miss it.  But everyday I'm grateful that a couple of Yankees were able to survive there for a while... and they survived us! :-PAn adventure to treasure...