I was struck by how different people are there than Dallas, even though it's so close. When we dropped our dog off for boarding for the night, the guy asked where we were going, and when we told him, he said, "It's like a whole different world over there!", and he is so right!
The difference is not huge, but it's a way of life, I think. Ft. Worth is more casual in everything - the way they dress, more friendly, and a slower paced way of living. Dallas is all about "let's go, go, go!", dressing more fashionably, and you never see people who look like they're on their way to buck horses at a rodeo. We went to downtown Ft. Worth where all the cowboys were, and I immediately saw what made me want to get a job in Dallas and move here so much in my 20's. My friends never wanted to go to Dallas with me when I lived there, and that's where I always wanted to go. Nothing has changed. They still never want to come here, and I still think Ft. Worth is too country for me.
It was fun though, doing things that I only dreamed of doing when I was a struggling single girl in my 20's living in Ft. Worth. I stayed in the hotel I always wanted to try, ate at a fabulous restaurant - we probably spent what I would have made in a whole week back then! That's not saying we spent a fortune by any means, it's more a statement of how little I used to make!
I have so much cleaning to do to get the house ready to sell. It's overwhelming. We're in the "declutter" phase, and I'm very much a clutter-er. I only have until the end of December, which I know sounds like a lot of time, but I work for an hour and I can't take it anymore! Just an hour a day for two months wouldn't be enough. It's hard going through everything deciding what to keep, what to donate, and what to trash. For many years now, every time I've had things that I didn't know what to do with and wanted to get whatever it was out of the way, I've put it in my office which I'm not presently using. But now that room is full of things that I didn't know what to do with in the first place. It's a nightmare room! I can't even stand being in there, let alone staying in there for a length of time to sort things out into piles of keep/donate/throw away.
I wish I didn't wake up every single night in the middle of the night. I wonder why I do that? At least I'm able to go back to bed and fall asleep, I just wish I would never wake up in the first place!
As much as I run from "Texas country" and I moved here hating the whole Texas culture, I did grow to like country music for a period in the 90's. I heard this song in Ft. Worth and felt so sad when I realized I would probably never hear country music in Texas just playing somewhere that I would recognize the song and make me happy to hear it! Notice the super starched shirt and jeans! That is one of the first Texas fashion tips I learned when I moved here! : )
George Strait - Check Yes or No