It’s great and weird feeling to be spending what has so far been the second half of my life in the same place after the years I was under my parents’ roof. The equally funny thing is they slowed down when I left for Marquette; five years in San Diego and currently they’re going on 26 years in Raleigh-Durham…the Indianoplace of the Southleast.
Even though I’m recuperating and not feeling 100 percent, it’s still better to be in Austin than living in the Midwest making twice as much because no amount of tangible income can convert the weather to make Chicago/Milwaukee as appealing as Central Texas. When it comes to the political mindset, it doesn’t matter since America’s divide is transforming into what I’ve felt it always was, the city versus the country and the smart money is on the city in the long run.
Due to other commitments today, I will raise a toast to my escape from the Land of the Dying tomorrow.
Thanks to all you Austinites, present and former, for befriending me. You’ve helped me make a dream come mostly true.