Over the past few weeks I’ve realized that plenty of people don’t know that I have officially, one hundred percent moved to Austin. Mainly this happened at CrimeFest in Bristol. And at the Starbucks on the High Street in Cobham, England, where they nodded when I walked through the door, as though I hadn’t been gone for six months. But yes: I am officially a resident of the Lone Star State. I have a Texas driver’s license and say “y’all” without even thinking about it. I can even wear my cowboy boots unironically.
After living for so many years in the UK: Yes, I miss England terribly. Yes, I am fantastically happy to be back in the USA.
Yes, my Oklahoma relatives will have to cope with the fact that I’m living across the Red River in Longhorn country.