Confessions of a Transplant 4: Oh My

When I am asked to I miss Boston I say: “It’s a beautiful city with great public transportation, I miss certain foods and people. I used to miss a particular stationery store in Cambridge but alas, it closed. I miss the museums and getting into them for free. I miss certain people greatly.

When I am asked if I love Austin I say: “Well yes and no.” Again the high points are food and people. I really like buying avocados at the grocery store and they’re ripe enough to use that night. They are also cheap. I like having two tomato seasons. I like the variety of Mexican food but miss the Thai and Indian places of the north.  I like Creole/Cajun food but not catfish.

I’ll give BBQ a nod of respect because it’s so cultural bound to the varieties in the South, I’ll avoid the meat/sauce/smoked/grilled line of discussion.  Why? Because for me a little goes along way.  Now having good burgers all around town, that’s great. I love a good burger. . .and I can digest it easily. (OH! goes my savvy readers. That’s why.)

What I do love about living in central Texas is riding out of the city into the hills. One two-lane west of Austin heading toward a little town called Blanco, is called the Henley Loop. It runs along side the Blanco River and at one ridge you truly see miles and miles of Texas. It’s a stunning view that I take visitors to appreciate.  I love my friend’s ranch, again west of Austin, within the John City town limits. . .( see post: Meanwhile back at the Ranch).

What I love about the ranch is a magical combination. My friend has worked hard at reclaiming of terrain from scrub cedars so the land is grass land, there’s cattle that roam the range, creek with ancient Cyprus along the side, and how my friend has restored the cabins. At night (with a bottle wine between us) we sit beneath bright stars and laugh a lot.

I love how my husband and I have driven across the state to see Big Bend National Park (so worth the drive) and to see the arty little town of Marfa. We’ve gone through the Davis Mountains and to Archer City. . .largest collection of used book stores ever. Tiny, dying town that Larry McMurtry loves. I love how the sky spreads out like the sky near the shore in Rhode Island.

I love the cold springs for swimming.  . . not that I am swimming as much as I’d like to (we won’t go there). There are a number of them and one I can walk to if it weren’t 104 outside. I am grateful that my house is 333 miles to M.D Anderson, the best cancer hospital in the country.

All that said, there are two places I have lived that I love unconditionally: Portsmouth, RI and New York City.

 

5 thoughts on “Confessions of a Transplant 4: Oh My

  1. Nadine August 19, 2011 / 6:00 PMAug

    I read/hear Marfa and think of a night on 2nd street at Cru, some pink bubbly, “…no, I’m a marfalite,” and lots and lots of laughter. ((hugs))

    • ammiblog August 19, 2011 / 6:00 PMAug

      Hey Nay! Take note of JRD Skinner’s blog. . .Flash Mob. You can listen to the pod casts while Niko has you occupied. (Fun stuff! Unlike another blogger you know.)

  2. JRD Skinner August 17, 2011 / 6:00 PMAug

    333 seems like a portentous distance – these transplant articles will talk me down to Texas yet.

    • ammiblog August 17, 2011 / 6:00 PMAug

      no! I got that wrong.. .333 round trip. (Think SXSW JRD)

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