February 19, 2015

How I Survived Houston

The first time I lived in Houston, I was 12. It was the summer between 6th and 7th grade, and I was prepubescent. As if that wasn't bad enough, the four of us were sharing a small two bedroom apartment, which meant I had to share a room with my 15 year old brother. We spent three months in the city as my dad was in the thick of his PhD program and had snagged a prestigious internship in the Bayou City. That summer marked the first time Houston tried to destroy me.
Lower Meat Prices, of course. Missing: bail bond and payday loan billboards.

December 31, 2014

2014: a year in review

This blog is lacking an update. I can't blame the gap on anything besides myself; 2014 has been a struggle for me. However, like most people, I find the end of the year an invigorating time. It's a perfect opportunity to reflect on the ups and downs of the previous year, and to set the absolute best of intentions for the year to come.

August 10, 2014

A Day on the Comal

I don't really like to go into details, but suffice it to say: I loathe my job. It's essentially a means to end (the end being our escape from the ever present Lone Star). I work at a "helpline" which is a fancy way of saying that I sit at a desk all day and take calls from angry and/or desperate people. It is extremely fatiguing on the spirit, so a couple of weeks ago Jarrad and I took an impromptu trip to New Braunfels on a weekday and floated our worries away on the Comal River.

June 07, 2014

The Best Thing About Houston is New Orleans

Jarrad and I often joke that the best thing about living in Houston is that the Crescent City is so close by. New Orleans has personality, charm, history, and friendly locals. Houston has none of those things, so it's no wonder we are always in search of a short term exodus, a temporary balm to the banality of the Middle-American ambitions of most Houstonians. New Orleans, in short, always lets the good times roll.

April 27, 2014

Musings & Snapshots: April Edition

Week old confetti at Arthur Storey Park, Houston. It had a Jackson Heights vibe.
April is coming to a close, and I can wholeheartedly say that it was a good month for me. My mood does tend to vacillate a lot as of late, but I felt consistently solid these past few weeks. I am really happy with the more permanent conditions of my life: my husband, my parents, my friends. That focus on the strength and love of my social network really helps me surpass or at the very least manage my frustrations with my short-term conditions (location and employment). And even then, we really make the most of it. Some snapshots of April after the jump.