I’m leaving you. By the time you read this I will already be on my way. I know we’ve only been together for about a year and a half, and that’s a long time for some people, but it was way too long for me. I think it will be better for both of us if I leave. We both knew I wasn’t happy here, but at least I tried. You? All you did was tell me how awesome you USED to be, or how stupid I am because of where I was born. That’s just not nice. I would try “It’s not you it’s me”, but this time it actually is you.
You weren’t all bad, I guess. I had a blast going to the movies at The Alamo Draft House, and I think the burgers at Wholly Cow are pretty badass… if you don’t mind waiting 40 minutes for a burger. (Even when you call ahead.) I also enjoyed Half Price Books and Book People. Both fine establishments worthy of note. And Taco Deli is pretty darn great. I was so very happy to work just down the street from such yummy tacos.
I guess the best part of living and working in Austin was my job. I met some great teachers and made friends with some pretty awesome kids. (Cora, I’m talkin’ to you) I laughed a lot at work – which is saying something when you teach preschool. So, thanks for that. I really did enjoy my time at work. I had fun teaching the little people of Austin that the world is a bigger place than Texas, and it’s their job to get out there and see it. I had fun singing, running, laughing, making coffee, and coloring with all of you.
But a good job and nice co-workers are not enough to keep me around. I adored Prague, but I still knew it was time to move on and find new adventures. So I came to Texas. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right? Right. But Austin was a total let down. I need a city that is forward thinking, not stuck in its glory days. I need more than a has been. Sure you might have been something ten years ago, but what good does that do me now? Talking about how cool you used to be only highlights how uncool you are right now. Gentrified with a beer gut. You walk around like the Prom King, but you are more like that 35 year old dude who trolls college parties looking for babes. Living in the past doesn’t make you cool. It makes you sad.
Although I was miserable for most of our relationship, I wish you the best. I know it’s hard to admit when you’re wrong, but maybe someday you’ll see it. There is a reason people make fun of you, Texas. You are pretty inhospitable. Calling people “outsiders” doesn’t really help them to feel warm and welcome. Blaming all of your problems on “them” doesn’t help anything. You have outdated alcohol laws and your public transit is a joke. Closing over a dozen Planned Parenthood’s over the past month doesn’t really instill trust either.
So this is good-bye. Thanks for the traffic and the relentless heat. Thanks for the annoying sports fans and the fat laden food. Thanks for telling me to “get the fuck out” daily. It made me feel great. Most of all, thanks for giving me a new experience. I might have not LOVED you, but at least I tried. At least I stepped outside of my comfort zone and gave it my all. I’m sorry you can’t do the same.
Best of luck