The Minutiae These Days
For the past two months I have been living on a lake in Woodville, TX, a small corner of East Texas that resembles what I imagine Thorton Wilder's Grover's Corner to look like. The town is surrounded by tall pine trees and lakes seem to appear every few miles. The red dirt country roads that sprout from the main thoroughfare, wind about in ways I still haven't quite figured out. I run into familiar faces around town, at the gym, the cafe, grocery store, honky tonk or driving around. Everyone has been friendly and I feel welcomed. I have fallen in love with the place and find the landscape quite romantic. It reminds me of the settings in Flannery O'Conner stories. In a few days we will leave Woodville and head out of state. It will be the first time I live out of Texas, a welcomed change.
These past few weeks have been a sort of long goodbye to Texas. Our day trips and weekend excursions have taken us to Austin, Houston, Beaumont and all the small towns in between. I have enjoyed the restaurants, coffee shops, bars, vintage stores, flea markets and thrifting again.