I love downtown Dallas, I just don’t like getting there. And I’m no stranger to urban living. I have lived in three different urban environments: Chicago, New York and Boston. While I may be partial to Chicago (pizza and food), living in New York was a time I will never forget and, in fact, often want more of. It was the most intellectually stimulating period of my life, I met the most intelligent and unique personalities ever, and I loved the dynamic 24/7 energy — even the day I watched our groceries rolling down Amsterdam Avenue because it had started to rain and we were carrying them in paper bags.
I was in the best shape ever because I didn’t have a car. We walked everywhere. Of course, New York City has busses and the subway — I lived on public transportation. (Note: an earlier draft said “pubic” transportation — typo. Ha! There was lots of that, too!) On the negative, NYC is cold, then hotter than Dallas in summer. I got sloshed by a lot of busses and taxis, and cleaned my windowsills daily to keep out the city grime.
Two years ago I spent 10 consecutive days in the city when my son lived there, and I came home to Dallas and kissed my car. (more…)