|The autumn of my discontent.
||[Wednesday, Oct. 5th, 2011|11:13 am]
The richest girl in town.
I've been cranky all week, and today is not an exception. I really need a break, but I don't know what that looks like. A break from work? From home? From Austin? I don't know. I just know I'm exhausted and at the end of my patience with just about everything right now.|
What's it like for you, living in Austin? I've been curious.
I miss black people. No, scratch that--I miss black people who like black people. If I go to similar events/venues/etc. here as I would in the Bay Area (and especially in Oakland), there might be a smattering of us, but no one talks to each other. Not that San Francisco (and most places) aren't like this, but it's a bigger issue here because it's less integrated. I feel far more often like I'm The Only One.
And in my office of 450 employees, I AM The Only Black Woman.
And I miss my people in the Bay.
Also, moved here for the hottest summer on record anywhere in the United States.
Yeah. I guess that's still the same then. All of it. And as they say, "It's not the heat, it's the stupidity." Wait, that's not right ...
I used to say that if I moved back to Texas, the only city I'd consider would be Austin. Then I said Houston. I still think Houston would be less frustrating to live in than Austin, but probably not enough so to get me back to Texas. Plus humidity makes me so freaking irritable. Irritabler, even.
When I moved to Oregon and was freaking out about it, a friend told me that it takes two years to feel like a new place is home. That seems to be true for a lot of people -- maybe for you? (Of course, I spent the whole five years I was in Oregon plotting to get back in California, so ... maybe this isn't useful.)
Hey, how about that awesome brisket though!? Yum!
I don't mind humidity. It's 112 degrees of dry heat that causes me to faint.
The brisket is good.
I wish. Alas, I'm pretty trapped here for the moment with the game launching in Europe on 12/22.