A Tree Grows In Texas

I am a Texan. My tree is planted in the Lone Star State, though I don't currently live there. Home of George W. Bush and the sweetest iced tea you'll ever drink. I left my home without looking back (very often). Didn't want to see. Didn't want to remember. As cliche as it is, I really do think I was subconciously trying to find myself (and not in the dirty "no-no" way).
This is it. The first blog from yours truly, Christopher (aka Nanaki). It's a complicated thing for someone like me to connect to the world. My life long interest in creating and nurturing has always been my strongest method of reaching out. Yet that has often been met with fear, insecurities, and confusion.
I desperately want people to understand me, but am frightened of the results of being that open.
It is now 2011. New year is a great marker for new things. I want to end this year feeling as though I'm finally making an imprint on the world.
To fully sell this blog to you, and to the younger generations of my family, let me assure you that EVERYTHING (in regards to us and our history) will be discussed; adultery, murder, love, theft, sex, religion, politics, abuse all the way down to what we thought of the last episode of Fringe, how the football game turned out, why baby diapers are cute but adult diapers are disgusting.  It will all be as truthful as I can possibly make it. The Beaty Boys are just as much a product of death and lies as we are Final Fantasy games and trash t.v.
You will learn about us, which will tell a story, which will hopefully provide you with lessons, entertainment, and recepies for various types of gumbo (though, I really don't like gumbo as a rule). Most importantly, I hope it will help my niece and nephews know...well...just more. Maybe it will help them. I love them so much.
A tree grows in Texas and it's time to climb it and see from different heights.

-Nanaki