When I visit Texas, I turn into an alternative version of myself, an semi-American version. I don’t know what causes it, perhaps the weather or the time difference or maybe just the vastness of everything that is America. However a little bit of my Britishness remains intact.
I drink plenty of Margaritas, but I can’t stay up past 11pm
I eat giant portions of meat, then I get up at 6am to go to the gym
I say ‘you guys’ and ‘y’all’, but still spell flavour and favour correctly
I drink cheesecake milkshake, but can’t force myself to eat American chocolate
I love to eat warm cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but I complain about the weak coffee
I’ll take a baked sweet potato any day but hold the cinnamon butter
I marvel at your huge closets, but argue all night with you about guns in your home
I’ll eat anything Reese’s but don’t dare offer me a cup of microwaves tea to go with it
There’s so much I love about Texas, mostly it’s the things that are different to the UK, it’s what makes America America, but it’s always nice to come home, especially for a real cup of tea!