When did I get so...old?

This exact question crossed my mind last summer.  I had attended a concert the night before, a week night, that ended at - get this - midnight.  (It was a Father John Misty show, for any music nerd out there who's curious).  And as awesome as the show was, I was exhausted.  I mean, midnight?!  Why can't concerts start at a reasonable hour, like 7, and finish at 9:30 or 10?  Much more appropriate for a Tuesday, if you ask me.

This wasn't the first time that kind of thought crossed my mind, and a similar one came over my radar a few weeks ago.  I was talking to Caitlin, my roommate, about weekend plans, and I literally said, "It's fine if we don't stay out late.  I like getting up early on the weekends."  Then I draped an afghan over my shoulders, turned the thermostat up to 85, and shuffled to bed so I could rest my weary hips.

Ok, so maybe I'm not quite there.  Yet.  But I've definitely noticed a switch, something that's shifted in my brain sometime in the last few years - say, maybe around the time I turned 25.  A quarter of a century, as my grandfather lovingly told my sister when she turned 25 (a much appreciated observance, I'm sure).  Friday nights now more often than not are spent on the couch, watching Netflix and eating pizza.  Bars until 2 a.m.?!  Hardly.  What do you think I am - 21?  Geez, I haven't done that since gauchos tried to make a comeback (dark days, my friends.  Dark days).  Now, 2 glasses of wine and I'm down for the count, with the promise of a headache the next morning.

Now any 24 year-old reading this, don't panic - I don't think turning 25 means you're on the precipice of the death of your social life (ah, is that the sun setting?  Time for me to turn in, children).  The thing is, I don't think this is really about turning 25 or 26, although I can't deny that getting older probably plays a part.

It's weird because I can't pinpoint the exact moment when this change started to occur.  I do know that when I first moved to Austin, my mentality was very "go, go, go."  I felt like I had to take it all in, to see everything, as if it were all going to evaporate or fade into the sidewalk.  Nothing felt permanent; it all felt temporary, and I didn't want to miss a beat.

But somewhere along the way, I started to realize that maybe this whole Austin ride is going to last longer than I thought.  I can't believe it's already been two and a half years.  And here I am, ready to sign my lease for another year.

In the past, everything has been so transient.  My life has always been on a specified timeline:  high school for 4 years, college for 4 years,  a semester in Washington, DC that lasted 4 months (lotta 4's here...).  Each new experience has had some kind of finite ending; now that I don't have that, I don't really know how to handle it.  And my body starts to get restless and feels like it's time to go, to move on to the next thing.  Even if it's not.  Even if I don't want to.

And that's the point:  I don't have to.  There is no specified ending to this chapter.  I'm just kind of writing it as I go along, and seeing where it takes me.

So maybe I don't have to suffocate myself with this city.  I don't have to breathe it in 24/7.  I mean, I definitely want to make the most out of this experience.  And I want to see as much of Austin as I can.  But it's ok to sit back and just be for a little while.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go catch the latest episode of 60 Minutes.  I would just record it, but those darn VHS tapes are so hard to find these days...

Disclosure: This is NOT a New Year's Resolution

Well, like any good blogger, I’ve waited about a year and a half between posts.  Because that’s how these things work, right – post once every few years, and you’ve got a successful blog.  Right.

I’m always impressed with those people who update their blogs on the daily – I wish my life were so interesting that I could come up with stuff to write about all the time, but clearly, I’m not so good at that.

I’d like to make it known that the resurgence of this blog is not a New Year’s resolution, although the timing of it does seem a little coincidental.  I’m not really big into making resolutions, truth be told.  Now hold on just a second, all you resie- makers:  I’m not against resolutions as a whole, I just don’t make them myself.  I think there’s something in my brain that automatically freaks out at the word, and a neon sign reading “ABORT.  CERTAIN FAILURE AHEAD” starts flashing.

But I do think the idea behind resolutions is a good one – you know, assessing where you are in your life and deciding what to focus on next.  So I often set goals, I guess, of what I want to accomplish in the months to come.  And one of my goals this year is to get back to some of my creative outlets, writing included.

And all of that sounds kind of – exactly – like a resolution.  Let's just not label it.

Thrilling stuff, I know.  You’re so glad you embarked on this endeavor with me, aren’t you?  Thanks for staying.  Exits are located at the back of the room if you feel the need to go.

ANYWAY, here we are, a year and a half since we last chatted.  So what’s changed?  I hate to make this post a list of highlights from 2013, but how else do you come back from such a hiatus?  I won’t bore you with all the particulars (we’d be here for hours, talking about nothing), but I did get a promotion at work, so that’s a good thing, right?  I’m not a file clerk anymore – I’m a legal assistant, which basically means I work with two lawyers at my firm to make sure what needs to get done, gets done.  So there’s that.

I took a trip to San Francisco with my former roommate, Joanna, back in September.  That place is beautiful, guys - go if you haven't been.  It's seriously one of the most picturesque places I've ever been.

The Japanese Tea Gardens in San Francisco

And that would be the Golden Gate Bridge

I also did a ton of housesitting this year – I’m telling you guys, 2013 was a red-letter year. Aren’t you happy I’m sharing all of these exciting updates?  “So glad she started this blog up again…well worth it.”  Marilyn, if you happen to be reading this, please don’t take my sarcasm here for a lack of interest in housesitting.  I will totally, totally still hang out with Shadow and Oliver – or, you know, hang out with Shadow while Oliver avoids me like the plague in protest of being “left alone” (life is so hard for a housecat…).

I joined Instagram, too, or the Gram, as I like to call it (pretty certain no one else has ever called it that).  My last post was in November; I am the bomb dot com at social media, y’all – and current slang, as this entire statement indicates.

Aaaannnnddd, I think I had a celebrity sighting at the end of November.  I had just finished helping navigate a Chinese dragon in a children’s parade (bet you weren’t expecting that), and I was walking across the Congress bridge, when I’m fairly certain I spotted Chris Messina (that’s Dr. Danny Castellano to all you Mindy Project fans).  Pre-tty exciting, ladies.

So there you have it, friends.  Best of luck trying to top my 2013.

Here’s the thing:  if you had told me three years ago I’d be living in Austin, working as a legal assistant, I wouldn’t have believed you.  Because if felt impossible?  Not really.  Because my life is some grand, glamorous party that makes all the kids jealous (I mean, I do work at a law firm…)?  Hardly.  It’s nothing like that – I just wouldn’t have guessed this is where I’d be at this moment.  But here I am.  And it’s good.

Hey, I’m 26, unattached, and I live in Austin.  Life can’t be too bad, right?

A bar in San Francisco where Jack Kerouac used to
hang out.  I am a big nerd, guys.

And just, you know, DESTROYING a turkey leg at
Free Press Summer Fest in June.  I'm not gonna lie - it's impressive.

Austin City Limits Festival, 2013

Ten Course Meals and Jason Schwartzman

Well, dear readers, September is finally here, which means that some of my favorite things are now upon us:  Pumpkin Spice Lattes, college football, Sam Adams Oktoberfest, and fall leaves, one of the absolute best things in the world (although those are pretty rare in Texas).   August is behind us (and I’m so thankful because it’s my least favorite month of the year - apologies to all of you August babies), and even though temps in Texas are still topping out at 100 degrees, I’m oddly hopeful for the cooler weather that should come around, oh you know, December (hey, this week’s highs are in the low 90s –that’s downright chilly).

I’m always excited about September because it means that fall is pretty much here (did you pick up from that first paragraph that it’s my favorite season?).  But this September brings something else with it – it marks my one-year anniversary in Austin.  Now, I’m not one really to put a lot of focus on those kinds of things – I don’t get particularly sappy about anniversaries and such.  But this is kind of different for me because I can’t believe that I’ve already been in Austin for a year.  I still feel like such a newbie (and I am, if you ask anyone who lives here).  I don’t know if any of you have experienced anything like this or not, but it’s kind of crazy to look back and realize that something you dreamed of and planned for so long is not only a reality, but one that you’ve been living out for an entire year.

For so long, Austin was this goal for me that I didn’t know if I would reach.  I thought about it, hoped for it, and then wondered if it would ever happen when life got in the way and started making other plans for me (hello, universe, did you not get my detailed itinerary for how things were supposed to go?).  There were times when I honestly wondered how or if I would ever get here. 

And, I know, some of you are thinking, seriously, friend? It’s Austin, Texas.  I mean yeah, it’s cool and all, but it’s not like we’re talking about space travel or climbing Mt. Everest or something.  And I totally get that.  But for me, this is what I needed to do for myself.  To go out on my own (well, with two friends) and start living my life for a while.  To jump ship from my small town and immerse myself in a place that celebrates all of the things I love the most and that just lets me experience being 20-something for a while. 

So it’s kind of weird to suddenly look back and realize that I’ve been doing exactly that for a year.  It’s amazing, really.  And now you’re thinking, “Ok, is this the girl who said she doesn’t get sappy about this kind of stuff?  Because clearly, she’s lying.”  So I’ll stop and quell some of this ridiculous internal dialogue that you don’t want to hear.  But I’ll leave it at this: it’s awesome to have that moment of realization every once in a while that the dream is now a reality – it’s your life. It’s rare, so enjoy it when you can.

If you muddled through those first few paragraphs without feeling positively ill and are still with me – thanks.  You deserve a gold star.  So here you go.

Moving right along…now that summer’s pretty much over and I, of course, didn’t write at all during the season, I’ll give you a quick recap of just a couple of the things I did.

One of the coolest experiences of my summer was attending my co-worker Timmie’s wedding in Houston.  It was my first time going to a Vietnamese wedding and let me tell you, if you think Americans know how to throw a good reception, you’re sadly mistaken, my friend.  A traditional Vietnamese wedding reception consists of a ten-course meal.  Yeah, you read that right.  Ten courses.  I’m talking shark-fin soup, crab balls, steak, crème brulee…and it just keeps going.  Are you miserable at the end?  Absolutely.  But it’s all delicious. 

I really enjoyed experiencing a different culture’s take on a universal event.  Timmie and Rocky, her husband, had a dragon dance team perform at their reception, and the wedding was done in both English and Vietnamese.  It was very different from any other wedding I’ve ever been to, and it was interesting to see something so common done in a way I’ve never seen before.

I also went to my fair share of concerts over the past few months because, hey, this is Austin and that’s kind of what you do.  In fact, I went to four shows in five days just last week, a record that I’m proud of but don’t intend to compete with/duplicate for quite some time.  What’s so great about Austin is you can find live music every night of the week.  Seriously.  Some of the shows I went to were bigger events, like seeing The Tallest Man on Earth perform at the Parmount Theatre, an absolutely amazing and unbelievably talented musician in an incredible venue.  Others, though, were just local acts playing in bars around the city, like seeing Shakey Graves and Whiskey Shivers perform at the Hole in the Wall.  It was a totally different situation, with  tons of people crowded into a tiny space, dancing and stomping their feet (Whiskey Shivers is a bluegrass band), but each was cool in its own way and says something about the fantastic music scene in Austin.  You can pay $30 or $5 and still see a great show on any given night of the week.

I went to San Antonio for the first time this summer, too, and it was a nice break from Austin (I know, I know – but for all that I love it, it can be nice to get away for a day or two).  We rode a boat down the river that runs in the middle of San Antonio, and I got to visit the Alamo, which was a pretty cool experience as well. San Antonio was a good vacation from my normal routine, and I liked seeing another part of Texas, but it also made me appreciate Austin even more, and I was happy to be back to my quirky city after a few days away.

Other than that, my summer was filled with the usual – work, weekends on the town (yes, I’m 90 and say things like “on the town”), and hot days that were surprisingly milder than I feared they would be (I was legitimately nervous about the heat this summer after last year’s record-breaking streak of 100+ degree days.  Everyone said I got off easy this year, and I’m completely ok with that).

And of course, Mustache Mondays, where I discovered that I have a mustache twin:  Jason Schwartzman.  I have to say, I’m pretty impressed with the similarities. 

So I’m just saying:  Mr. Schwartzman, if you ever find yourself in Austin on a Monday night, head over to Gibson Bar on South Lamar to meet your doppelganger.  I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.  

Wait...this thing is still around?

Wow…it’s been more than six months since I’ve updated.  Did you think this blog was dead?  Had you forgotten it even existed?  If either is the case, I can’t say that I blame you – I’ve definitely had moments over the past several months where I’ve completely forgotten about it and wondered if I’d ever resurrect this thing or just let it go the way of so many other blogs before it, begun in earnest but quickly forgotten once the writer realized the amount of work and maintenance required in the blogosphere.

If you’re actually reading this, I want to thank you for giving me another chance.  I can’t say I’d be so kind after such a hiatus.

But if anyone out there is reading this, you may be wondering what the catalyst was for me to begin writing again.  Truthfully, I’ve thought about it several times, but I just haven’t had the motivation to begin again.  But last weekend, I finally got the push I needed – my family came to visit me in Austin.  Since it was a long weekend, my dad and sister decided to fly out to see me and experience this awesome city that has become my home in the last nine months.  We’d been planning the trip for a long time, and I really can’t believe that it’s over already.

What I realized as they were leaving, though, is how many people I know and love  that haven’t really been able to share this experience with me.  It’s such an amazing thing when you move somewhere totally new to be able to share that with someone who lives in a different place.  And what hit me today is how many people I haven’t had a chance to really share this with.  And how I don’t know when or if some of them will be able to visit me so I can really show them.

And then I remembered this blog.  The whole purpose of it is to keep in touch with those from home and hopefully in some small way to allow them to join me in this incredible experience.  It’s about keeping those ties and bonds going by sharing with others what I’m doing.

The hardest thing about moving to Texas from South Carolina has been leaving so many people I care about behind.  Don’t get me wrong – I love Austin, and I’m having an awesome time here.  And day-to-day, things are great.  But it’s when I have contact with someone from back home, when I’m thrust back into the life I was living before this, and when I’m reminded of everyone that I’m missing that I start to remember some of the sacrifices I’ve made to get here.  All good things have their trade-offs.

This past weekend with my family was wonderful: we went on a brewery tour, walked around the capital, ate some good ol’ Texas barbecue, and even donned mustaches together.  But saying goodbye made me think about all of those who haven’t seen or experienced Austin with me.   And so I decided to revisit this blog.

My sister and my dad in downtown Austin.  Diggin' the shirt, Jim!

I know I’ve said in pretty much all of my posts that I’m going to be better about updating you.  And I think we can all agree that I’ve fallen through on that so far.  So I’m not going to make those promises anymore.  But I’m hoping that last weekend will really push me to make more of an effort to keep this thing going.

So instead of writing a 45 paragraph post recapping the past 7 months, I’ll end with a brief list of some of the highlights:

1)   I got a job as an office assistant at a law firm in town.  It may not be exactly what I wanted, but my coworkers are awesome, I have a guaranteed parking space in downtown Austin, and I get health benefits.  Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

2)  The roommates and I moved apartments in December.  The old place was great, but our new apartment has 3 bedrooms.  And no mice.

3)   In March, my roommates and I volunteered for the interactive, film, and music festival South by Southwest (SXSW).  It’s a crazy-big festival, but the highlight was when Briana Green came to visit!

4)   I attended a beard and mustache competition in Austin (for those of you who aren’t familiar, it’s exactly what it sounds like).  It. Was. Epic.

Joanna with one of the beard and mustache contestants.  That's the shape of Texas on the left and a star on the right. Can you believe this guy didn't even place?!

5)   I’ve now been to several roller derby bouts in Austin (one of my coworkers is on a team).  If you live in a city where there’s a roller derby league and haven’t checked out a game, you definitely should.  They’re awesome.

6)   Every Monday, my roommates and I go to Gibson bar for Mustache Mondays.  We wear fake mustaches and get cheap Maker’s Mark drinks (see the picture below).  It may very well be the highlight of my week.

Mustache Monday with a few special guests...shout out to the family!

 7)  Last week, the Austin City Limits music festival tickets went on sale.  The 3-day passes sold out in less than 45 minutes.  I got two of them:  one for myself and one for my sister.  I know you probably couldn’t care less about that, but I’m super stoked.

There’s so much more I could say, but it would be way too difficult to recap everything.  Thanks again for reading this, everybody - it truly means a lot to me. 

And you're welcome for all of the mustache pictures.