Oklacalihomans.

We’ve lived in California for over 9 years now. That is 9 years longer than I ever thought I would live in California.

Don’t misunderstand. We are happy here. California has become home. It took me 8 1/2 years to get there emotionally, but California feels like home.

Except when it doesn’t.

There are so many things that differ from living in Oklahoma to living in California. Plenty of material to fill many a blog post. There are lots of times that I find myself homesick. OU game days are the worst. Social media is a blessing and a curse. I love seeing everyone’s pictures on game days. I also hate seeing everyone’s pictures on game days.

The Fridays of OU/Texas weekend suck. I want to be there, stuck on I-35, headed south to Big D with the rest of the Sooners. This year, I felt even worse when Bentley came home from school Friday informing me that a friend of his here in California was headed to Texas for the game.

“What?!?”

“Yeah, his parents are Sooner fans so they are headed to the game. Why won’t you and Dad take us to the game? When are we going to go?”

“Maybe next year, bud.”

“Yeah. That’s what you said last year.”

Ouch.

So I spent most of last Friday feeling sorry for myself. While moping I discovered something. There’s A LOT of Oklahoma in my house. My home state pride is evident throughout.

At my desk…

In our entryway…

In my utility room…

When I go to the local farmer’s market…

Near the back door…

In the kitchen…

By the pool or in the car…

In the living room…

Yes, we’ve become Californians but we will always be Oklahomans. We are what I like to call Oklacalihomans. Just look around.

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