It’s kinda like family. You can talk all the crap you want about them, but everyone else better shut their mouths.

July 15, 2011

I wasn’t keen (to put it mildly) on moving to El Paso. And when I got here? I wasn’t wild about spending the next 2-3 years here. It was a shock. A rude, dry, slap-you-in-the-face-with-the-107-heat kind of awakening that made me cry for Colorado in the hotel bed with sheets that matched the curtains. I hated every minute of it and wanted nothing more than to pack up, head for the land of trees, clouds and NotMexico and never come back.

So I bitched about it on here. On and off. Trying to find my center again. Trying to write through my terror, homesickness and culture shock.

Slowly, I’ve opened my eyes to what it has to offer. I’ve started to accept this is my home, and I don’t have a choice so I had better make the very best of it.

While doing so, I’m noticing something. When someone smirked about El Paso before, I tended to agree. Yes. It was a hole. It was a mess. I didn’t realize anyone could want to live here. The bad parts? Are really, really bad. It’s hotter than the sun. I almost live in Mexico.

But now? Now I find myself bristling. Wanting to defend it. Seeing where they are coming from (after all, it was I who brought all it’s faults to everyone’s attention) but also knowing that I’ve done my best to find the bright side. I think I have, and I’ve done it genuinely.

It’s like when you’re in school and you talk crap about your parents. How mean they are, how their curfews suck, how you know they are planning to send you to a convent in the Swiss Alps the next time you glance at the hot guy in church. This is ok. It’s fine. You know you love them.

Then someone joins in. “Yeah, your parents are freaks.”

And you turn ever so slowly with a deadly look in your eye that threatens to destroy them should they dare to say one.more.thing. This is unacceptable. How dare they talk about your parents – the salt of the Earth, the very people who would (through their blinding tears) send you to a convent to keep you away from the hot guy in church known to be a player – no matter the cost to them?


Because I can say it. They’re mine – but you can’t. Because they’re not yours.

And El Paso? Is becoming the same way. It’s mine. I live here. I can complain about it because I deal with it. And once I’m done, I stand on my porch and watch the sun set, the sky burst into color, see the storm clouds roll in – and I make amends because, after all, I didn’t mean what I said. Not really.

It’s a part of me. It’s going to help raise my child and shape me as a mother and wife. It will forever be a part of our family and marriage. Our memories.

So I may have to throat punch anyone who talks smack about it.

Unless you live here. Then we’ll commiserate and love it together.


  • Alena

    July 16, 2011 at 1:42 pm

    I knew you would be ok. And I was right.

  • Kim

    July 16, 2011 at 4:35 am

    Tell them to shut there pie wholes 🙂 And you’re so right. SO glad you’re coming to love it — it’s cliche` but true: home is where your heart is.

  • Rebecca

    July 15, 2011 at 8:14 pm

    Your comparison was spot on! It’s really encouraging to hear your raw, true journey. My hubby is likely going to join the Navy so I’m sure I’ll find myself having to make peace with a new home one of these days. I really appreciate you sharing with all of us 🙂

  • jess

    July 15, 2011 at 7:36 pm

    Aww I’m glad for you. And will hopefully see you in December 😉

  • Teresa

    July 15, 2011 at 6:16 pm

    ahahaha! I love you post titles. I get it. I totally get it. Even if my husband talks about my side of the family, I get pissed off.

    Hooray for standing up for your new home!!

  • Melissa

    July 15, 2011 at 4:20 pm

    I cried for days when we moved from Oregon to Palm Springs! I know, you hear “Palm Springs” and you think, “Lady, what’s your problem?” But it’s deathly dry, 115+ degrees in the summer and full of cockroaches and huge beetles. I miss Oregon, I love Oregon, but God wanted us here for some reason and I’ve really come to see it as beautiful.
    So good for you! Ain’t nobody better be talking smack ’bout El Paso!

  • Cathy

    July 15, 2011 at 1:02 pm

    I was born there so I’m allowed to talk crap, lol jk

  • Samantha

    July 15, 2011 at 12:05 pm

    LOVE IT. Tell ’em lady. For the record, I hate where I live but I feel the same way.

  • LA

    July 15, 2011 at 12:04 pm

    Perfect just perfect. And so true, except you can talk smack about Atlanta and chances are I will agree with you. I am so looking forward to the day to bid it farewell.

  • kirsten

    July 15, 2011 at 9:10 am

    Diana. im so happy that you have found happiness with such a dramatic change. i was the same way when i moved to Texas. and now when friends from Colorado talk smack about it i find myself defending it. its my home now and only i can complain about the downsides haha. love your blog girl.

  • story

    July 15, 2011 at 7:49 am

    Oh you have so much heart. And I totally understand. You’re trying to make the best of it and doing admirably. People think they are commiserating but it can totally bring you down. They don’t see, though, that it’s beautiful because it is your home.

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