I haven't forgotten about y'all.
It's just that my personal laptop, with all my blogging words and pictures on it, is still at laptop hospital, and I won't be able to get it back until my next trip back to NY. The Colors of New York will return in a few weeks.
Anyway. Here I am, back at my old stompin' ground, Austin. On my first night here, dining at the Iron Cactus on 6th Street, I realize what a high being in a new place is for me. Even when it's an old new place. Everything seems vaguely familiar, yet shiny and new.
The previous Austin chapter of my life began over two decades ago. When I moved here in the 1980's, it was with some reluctance and trepidation; it wasn't my first choice of home. But I was In Love With A Boy. Who was moving here to get his PhD. You know how that goes, internet, don't you, when you're young(ish) and in love? Not moving with him didn't seem like an option. Then, once I was here, I figured I might as well pick up a degree of my own. When I said good-bye to Texas seven years later, I left with a PhD, but without a relationship.
Aside from The Boy, there are three things that I most associate with Austin. The oppressive summer heat. The breathtaking beauty of its spring bluebonnets. And the thousands of intense volunteer hours I devoted to the Austin shelter for battered women.
This time around, it's too late for the summer heat, too early for wildflowers, and little time to engage in volunteering. Both the degree and the boy are distant memories; neither has much relevance to my life today. So perhaps Austin seems shiny and new because I am a very different person than I was 20 years ago. Or perhaps it's that Austin too, has grown and changed over these decades.
In any case, I'm happy to be back, exploring the new as well as the familiar. I can't wait to walk the UT campus again. To reconnect with some old friends. To visit the bats again. To chow down good Tex-Mex. And to see what the new Austin has to offer the new me.
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