Well, the move happened, and Dallas brought the HEAT. Don’t believe me?
Thanks, old friend, for the warm welcome (PUN).
Man, it feels good to be back. But it also feels strange to be as un-busy as I currently am. Moving like I did (without a job, home, plan) is just about as freeing as it is terrifying. I have a whole lot of time to do stuff, but so very little to do. So, I’ve explored.
The CRV is doing serious work taking me to all sorts of new Dallas sites, like Oak Cliff, where I indulged in some JOY (also known as delicious macaroons):
Also part of the exploration was Deep Ellum, the trendy neighborhood where I felt entirely uncool:
I went to White Rock Lake yesterday at…ehh, let’s just call it dusk, and I kept thinking, how am I so blessed to live here? I tell you, that White Rock Lake is one spectacular landmark. But it’s not just the lake—I’ve had that overwhelming feeling of gratitude a lot this week…when I drive past a Taco Cabana, when I shop at a Central Market, when I take a detour down Axton Lane (a pretty gray house on that street was my very first home). Dallas feels like a part of me, and I haven’t felt this “at home” in a while. Now, I know that no place on earth is my real home, but if I have to live in a temporary one for now, I’m sure glad it’s the big D.
Also cool has been how God has provided since being here. I have a place to live for a bit while I get my footing here, and it’s with my aunt who’s a really neat lady! I have contract work with my old publishing house that should get me through financially until October! A few dear friends have passed through Dallas and I’ve gotten to grab dinner with them—sometimes there’s nothing better than sharing a meal with a friend who knows you well! I went to a church and liked it!
How ’bout all those exclamations in that last paragraph? I’m grateful.
Currently listening to “Dime Store Cowgirl” by Kacey Musgraves