I have a new article up on Culture Map today that I wanted to share with you guys. Last week was my three year anniversary in Austin. I can’t believe how much time has gone by. It seems like decades ago that I moved here. I barely remember the time I lived in LA 🙁
Above are the first two pictures I took in Austin. The out-of-focus one was my Hipstercrite header photo for a long time.
Austin has become my home and I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Last week I celebrated my third year in Austin.
Well, actually, it kind of came and went without me even noticing. You see, Austin has become home. I no longer view it as this animate object that swept me up into it’s arms and saved me—I just simply live in it now. I’m an Austinite. I have a 512 phone number and I wear pearl snap shirts.
I used to romanticize a lot about Austin. Hell, I even drunk dialed her frequently. She was this near-mythical land to me, where hopes and dreams came true. “The Land of Enchantment,” I thought (but some state already took that title). I moved to Austin and my hopes and dreams did come true—and now I simply live them…