"I have left beautiful, rolling Kentucky behind and am now in a very hot place. While fork wielding minions seem to be keeping a low profile, there are quite a few suspicious looking crimson-skinned people everywhere...maybe because it's as hot as Hades here. The food they serve around here may taste great (read: fried and very unhealthy), but Moctezuma usually gets his revenge in the end. Yes, I am speaking of Texas. There do not seem to be multiple levels to this place--it's all pretty flat. While it may not conform to our worst visions of Hell, Texas could easily double for Limbo on one of these sweltering summer days."
I wrote this paragraph a year ago to the day. Seems like yesterday. And while some things have changed (I actually feel competent as a grad student now!), many other things have not (I still can't wait to join the love of my life in Tennessee in a year's time and it is *still* hot as Hades here).
