Austin, Texas: the most beautiful city

17 Nov

18 boxes, 1 bed, 2 dressers, 1 dinner table : the sum of my life. This will be my 13th move in the last 7 years (since I move to the US). I’ve learned a little bit about myself every time I’ve moved..

This particular move is a hard one on me. Professionally speaking, I am thrilled, the move to Houston is coming at a time where I felt I had reached as far as I could go. I am ecstatic for new ventures, new job responsibilities, the excitement of being surrounded by more people, and the hustle and bustle of the corporate office.

Personally, I am depressed. I honestly feel like I am patting ways with a boyfriend. This boyfriends name is Austin. I have only lived here for a year and a half but already the city of Austin has captured my heart. I remember the very first time I experienced Austin, I was an 18 year old freshman in college (in San Antonio). My girlfriends and I had taken an overnight trip to the city that was notorious for crazy fun college kids. My first thought when we arrived was “I need to live here”. Five years later I took a job that had the “possibility” of leading to branch manager of the Austin office.

In my year and a half in Austin, I have experienced it to its fullest. I’ve partied on 6th street, shopped at whole foods downtown, swam at Barton springs pool, kayaked on lady bird lake, and called myself an austinite. I remain in denial that I am leaving and I promise my friends “I will be here all the time”. I can’t imagine not going to see the zilker tree or walking through trail of lights. I also can’t imagine myself in the quite, serene space that is the Austin office.

Here is a cheers to new opportunities and also to romances and old friends!

And Austin, texas, it’s been real!

Until next time,

The IRA Diva

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