Our first full day in Jax...I can call it Jax because I live here now. A lot different than where I have lived for the past 38 years. *a lot* different. Boy child and I were left on our own to go look for a house and get registered for school. Yall, there arent many front porches here. The houses are very different. Like I have seen three porches all day. Neighbors dont porch?? How is that even possible?? Since our arrival yesterday, I have seen ONE fleur-de-lis and it doesnt really count since it is in my MILs house. I have seen ONE LSU fan...I honked at him. Wont do that again. And I have seen ONE Mexican restaurant. What do they eat here? I have mispronounced names of streets and cities because Jax doesnt have a French history like Louisiana. Ponte Vedra, Beauclerc....nope, cant say them. They even say Whataburger different here! I am lost!! Speaking of lost, I need a new, as Dad calls them, navigational device. The man cannot remember GPS...three letters! Anyway, I need a new one. I stayed lost. Jax is the biggest city land wise in the country. I have a lot to get lost in. It wasnt bad. Every time I passed a sign showing an arrow to the beach, my heart did a little flip and my shoulders loosened up a bit. I think I added a year to my life for each sign I passed. It is a ten-minute drive to the beach. I plan to get lost, and live, as much as possible. :)
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 21:47:38 +0000
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