Where am I, exactly?

Houston is one of those "in-between" places, I think.

We're not quite "Midwest". Not quite "deep South". Not quite "Texas" either.

When I was a kid, I thought of Texas as being a bit like Arizona: dry, open desert with lots of cacti everywhere. A good deal of Texas west of San Antonio is just like that, as a matter of fact.

But Houston is more Bayou than Brush. A bit more Mardi Gras than Midland.

Yet, Houston still retains some Texan 'twang and Western Tex/Mex atmosphere. So what are we?

Are we the westernmost outpost of the Deep South? Or the easternmost outpost of the Wild West?

Judging by the weather, I'm going to have to throw my hat in with the deep south. Today it was about 85 with, I dunno, 90% humidity and raining cats and dogs. I've never experienced weather like this in my whole life. The worst part is getting in my car after it's been sitting out side for a few hours: somehow condensation manages to form on all the interior surfaces, giving my entire car a strange feeling of "dampness" that never quite goes away.

Things aren't so bad inside, as we have central air conditioning and mandatory ceiling fans in every room in the house sans bathrooms. I shudder to think what the UH Dorms are going to be like when I start up in the fall. Hopefully they'll have a special California-wing where expats like myself can enjoy a nice, cool and above all, dry breeze once in a while.