Home is where your heart "lives". most of us live where we can make a living and We call that "Home"!
I was born in South central Los Angeles in the late 50's, we lived on the "family's compound", inside the compound "life was good". My Grandfather moved his family to L.A. from Nebraska. My mom's family, had a very large cattle and wheat farm/ranch in Northern Nebraska. My Grandfather and two of his brothers had built one of the largest cattle ranches in the state. The blizzard of 48-49 changed life for a lot of people in the Midwest. My mom always said, we survived the blizzard of 48-49, but it killed my dad. Almost 1/3 of the cattle didn't make it, most that lived wouldn't make market weight. The blizzard affected my Grandfather, his brothers and still divides part of our family. My Grandfather and one brother decided to sell all of the surviving livestock, sell or lease out most of the land. They moved their families to the big city (L.A.), ranchers to business. They started a construction and building maintenance company. The family compound in LA was were they now worked and lived, my mom remembers it as the best place she ever lived. I remember it as a tough place to live, outside those compound walls. In 1965 we moved, if you know history after 1967, it was not there and never would be again.
I personally don't like living in any big city and have not since 1965. My preference would be to have my nearest neighbor about a mile away or greater. As of yet, that dream is not there, yet. I have a family and that is my priority, always will be, just as the fathers before me.
The Texas "hill country" is a beautiful place, it is very humid at times. Home is where your heart is, in the meantime provide for your family somewhere else. I make the best of every place I have been, remember the good and learn from the bad times! Reality, we get very few choices in life, if you think you have a better opportunity for yourself and family, take it every time. Make the best of what life grants you, go to Texas!
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