I could continue, but I won't.
After having spent the past 5 1/2 years in New York and the previous 4 years in Miami, people were (unapologetically) perplexed at my decision to move home. I felt like screaming out "It's my home, LAY OFF!!!!" but normally I would mumble something to the tune of "It's just time for me to go."
A few weeks after I first moved down here my super cool friend Amanda came down for a wedding in Galveston. Now, Super Cool Amanda is super cool. She's from L.A., she lives in Brooklyn, she has fiery red hair and cool tattoos, her dad's a conductor, her mom's an opera singer who lives in Mexico, and she's is currently working for a music studio/record label (just coming off having taught at a university on Long Island). I mean, seriously cool. And funny as hell. So I made it my mission to show this ridiculously cool person how great Houston can be.
The first day we met up closer to where she was staying, in Kemah. I love Kemah. I have fond memories of going to Kemah growing up. The food was delicious. The boardwalk was pretty. The overpriced rides were a decent attempt at filling up the hole in my heart left by Astroworld (Rest in Peace Greezed Lightnin'). But it probably wasn't the best choice for the first spot to take Super Cool Amanda.
|Greezed Lightnin' you will always be missed.|
So I trudged along.
The second day we met up, I had her come out closer to my turf. First we started in Montrose, walking up and down the streets, going into kitschy little stores (we spent an obscene amount of time in a Magic/voodoo type shop*), and looking at all of the adorable bungalows. We'd yell for joy when we saw a gay pride sign. We'd stop and take pictures with adorable dogs on their lawns (and somehow didn't get arrested). And we even stumbled upon a hipster little coffee shop that would definitely receive a stamp of approval from the Big Apple.
After that we drove all through downtown, the theatre district, the Galleria area, River Oaks, and ended with a beautiful dinner in the courtyard at Backstreet Cafe.
"You know," Super Cool Amanda said as we sipped our pinot noir, "Houston's a really cool city."
No amount of accolades or accomplishments could ever make me as proud as I felt in that moment.
And that's where the idea for this blog stemmed from. I want to prove that Houston is more than a hot, sticky town with terrible mass transit. I want to re-discover the city of my childhood. I want to explore all that it has to offer. I want to find out what makes it "cool."
In essence, I want to find the New York City in Houston.
So whether you're from Houston, currently living here, deciding if you want to move here (you should!), or just happened to stumble upon this little blog, welcome!
Let's show those New Yorkers we have what it takes to compete with the big guns.
*Obviously. I was with Super Cool Amanda.