After collecting roughly 200 boxes from the grocery store and filling them full of my belongings, I began the 800 mile journey West. Hot as hell and bad traffic–I heard this phrase over and over again as I shared the news of my big move. It didn’t really bother me though. I’ve survived Alabama summers with 100+ degree and 100% humidity days, and the fresh hell that is the Atlanta commute. I figured as long as it’s a big city, I’ll find my way.
It’s strange the things that become important and seem so different when you move to a new place. It’s the small, daily things really. The grocery store chains, state flags, even the regional/local television ads are a constant reminder–hey, you’re somewhere new! Of course, once I spotted a Chick-Fil-A and a Chipotle I knew I’d be okay. Not to mention the bajillion Mexican restaurants. I’m perfectly okay with a diet consisting of cheese, guacamole, and margaritas.
Semisonic’s 1998 lyrics still ring true, “Every new beginning is some other beginning’s end.” Farewell Atlanta and Hello Houston. Here’s to new adventures and new possibilities.
Three weeks in and so far so good. Change is hard but necessary.
1/Driving through the city
2/Martins, they’re everywhere.
3/Brunch on a patio
4/Shelby checking out our new porch
5/Patio outside a bar
6/A night out in a new city