Tuesday, January 21, 2014

This is a Texan post. I don’t quite know what that means yet, other than the fact that it’s not Charlotte, and it will take months–years, perhaps–to articulate the difference. I do know this is our first post after a long hiatus, and as such, it should be special. That’s why it’s being written from my favorite spot at Snug, the bustling coffeehouse built by Lady Cheerington and King Calm in the heart of a historic town square.

The whole writing-in-a-coffeehouse scene is played, I know, but hear me out. There’s something special about Snug. Indeed, this place accounted for half of the good memories I gleaned from Dallas, during my exploratory trip back in September. It just feels like home, I guess, from the name to the decor to the edibles. Also! Also, what makes this coffee shop experience unique is I’m not wearing skinny jeans, nor am I a penniless screenwriter, so rest assured this is the same brand of handcrafted, slightly smug post you’ve come to expect.

The old Charlotte life feels like an eon ago, with the horrors of eBay subsiding into softer, still-horrific silhouettes of themselves. Yeah, it’s going to be a long while before I get nostalgic about that shit. As far as Dallas itself goes, it’s probably best to say I’m undecided about the place. The moment I crossed the border into Texas, it was, like, “Yep, there’s the vast, dry, and yellow expanse I remember.” To be fair, it’s the wintertime. But even as I say this, the saltier part of me suspects it will be vast, dry, yellow, and extra hot during the warmer months. I’m here for the people and the career opportunity, though, this much I know, and if I somehow put down roots along the way, then all the better. “Putting down roots.” I dig that imagery. You never see it actually happening, but then you look again, one fine day, and find yourself grounded.