I am having mixed feelings about living in Texas.
Granted Dallas is a pretty nice place to live, I really want to go back to the east side of our great country. I went back home this past weekend to visit relatives, and I did not want to come back to the Lone Star State. It was never my intention to be here this damn long, but wifey loves it here. She has told me that it has been her dream since child-hood to live in Dallas.
I have no clue.
But I never thought that I would make Texas my home.
Dallas is a cool place. There is always plenty to do here. There is a large African American community and crime is below average for a city this large. And this is a VERY large city. Houses are cheap, the schools (in the suberbs) are decent and the cost of living is dirt cheap. The price I paid for my 4 bedroom, two car garage, nice yard house would have probably gotten me a 1 bedroom condo in Maryland.
I miss the East.
I miss the hustle and bustle.
I miss the crab-cakes and fresh fish (I am alergic to seafood, but Benadril is my bestest friend, all they eat out here is catfish).
I miss the train. Gas out here is killing me. Public Transportation out here is PITIFUL.
I miss being able to drive 3 hours south and be at my Grandmother's front door, or drive 1.5 hours northwest and be in Philly, or 2.5 or 3 hours at the most and be in Brooklyn.
I miss the different music. There is no GO-GO, hardly any reggae. There is some nice jazz here, but the whole scene out here is totally different.
I just miss HOME.
Dallas is not my home.
This is just where I live.
Granted, this is where God placed me for the moment, I cannot see being here for decades.
The East is calling me.
My heart is on the East Coast of this great country of ours.
When the East is in the house, OH MY GOD!!!