Peace out Houston! I’m moving to Austin.
Pop quiz hot shot; what has two thumbs, quit her seemingly normal and grown up job, and decided to travel 2.5 hours down the highway to a much better city? THIS GIRL.
I’m so excited! I finally realized that Houston was literally pushing me out (as evidenced by my total crap progression with any real relationships and getting rear-ended the day I had leg surgery…all good lessons, yeah yeah yeah…) and decided to not fight it any more and bounce. Hello Austin! Austin is the best city in the world-a scientific fact backed up by the super cool scientists that live in Austin. If you Google it, you will quickly see that Austin touts itself as the music capitol of everything-which is PERFECT for me since I have been trying to get my air instrument cover band, Air Supply, off of the ground and running for what feels like EONS. For some reason it’s just not taking. If not, I have a spoon/folk rock backup option as well.
You can ask almost anyone, from people that have been there to people that have just heard about it and you get the same reaction “Awww…AUSTIN. I love Austin!” No seriously, ask the person next to you. I’ll wait.
See?! Just like REO Speedwagon, I’m not fighting this feeling anymore-I am pulling my ship into the shore of Port Austin (PS it’s totally landlocked but has some amazeballs rivers and lakes and other water accessories) and heading there for February. I found a great place with some amazing girls and can’t wait to have the ultimate friends/Sex in the City experience where we talk all sophisticated about boys and shoes over coffee and banana bread. Man, I hope they know I don’t cook and they will have to prepare said bread. And coffee.
Austin is just a better way of life; the people are amazing, there is a kick-ass entrepreneurial spirit, and people actually DO STUFF outside. They don’t whine about the heat and their diabetes and there are sidewalks and proper portions and healthy things! I can’t wait. Not that you can’t find that stuff in Houston, but you have to look-hard. And you know how much I hate to look for things, hence the Easter Egg Debacle of ’87.
And yes, I left my job. But yes, I have options and they are keeping me on for a month to help ease transition. And while I’m not destitute yet, please feel free to leave a donation below to contribute to my new and wonderful life. I’m just kidding. Not really. You decide.
