Missing Austin

Sometimes, for no particular reason, I miss Austin.

I miss coffee shops that stay open past ten.

I miss avocado margaritas (I know how it sounds, but trust me; they're gooooood).

I miss the hike and bike trail.

I miss Yoga Yoga.

Today, Nate and I were chatting about what we miss.

"What was the thai place we used to eat lunch at?"

"Thai Passion," he wrote.

"I loved the pho that one place had on Sixth Street."

Before I had hit send, he wrote, "The pho place closed."

Nate has this eery way of of knowing what I'm about to say before I say it. He does it all the time in conversation, too. Either he is very intuitive, or I have a very easy mind to predict.

In any case, I'm very sad the pho place closed. I used to go get chicken pho when I was feeling under the weather.

All that said, there are some good things about Dallas, too. We're finally starting to feel like we have friends. We got out to dinner, drinks, plays, art openings, readings, wine tastings, we have people over for dinner, and get invited to parties. I know these are very mundane things. But each time you move, you have to rebuild your friendships and your favorite places. This is finally starting to happen for us here, about 18 months in. (That's about how long it took in Chicago, too.)