So it turns out Austin is a much more pleasant place to visit, post-South by Southwest. The festival was certainly fun but the true esence of the city cannot be so easily experienced with all the SXSW distraction and hustle. I will have to schedule two yearly visits to Austin because I no longer believe I could be satisfied with the festival alone. In fact, I may scratch it out all together, because there is just as much, if not more fun to be had elsewhere. Austin is home to some of the most eclectic and bizarre small businesses I've ever encountered. There are certainly much more interesting attractions than the overblown SXSW. And probably more moving taco stands than Jillburt has houses.
Here's a quick list of "must visits" if you're ever in the neighborhood.
- Homeslice Pizza (decent pizza but more like one of those "just gotta do it" things)
- Trudys (I once thought Tex-Mex was a joke)
- Alamo Drafthouse (unique movie theater, like showing the Maltease Falcon and requiring you to smoke cigarettes.)
- New Bohemia (every vintage cowboy shirt you could ever want)
- Magnolia Cafe (24 hours, great menu, easy people)
- Emo's (probably one of the premier places to see a live show)
- Jackalope (great if you just want to sit down and have a damn drink)
- Casino El Camino (best hamburger in Austin)
- Flamingo Cantina (a tiki-hut for a bar and bleacher seating. great place to take the kids)
- Bouldin Creek Coffee House (organic coffee, vegan friendly, 5 stars for uniqueness and comfort.)
I'm beginning to feeling quite comfortable here. Navigating the city has become less of a
challenge and more like second nature. It's actually pretty easy going as far as traffic and getting around goes. Aww, shit.. The people are pretty easy going too.I could happily make this my home. However that sense of comfort is exactly what will send me packin and off to new destinations. I'm glad I've gotten to know Austin a bit better, but I set out on this adventure to explore new areas and provide myself with new challenges. Too much comfort is the reason I left my home in the first place, and finding comfort in Austin won't help guide me along any path I've sought out. I don't wish to be uncomfortable, I'm just trying to lead a slightly different life than the predictable one I left back in Illinois. But let's not beat a dead horse here.
I came to find out that Austin has been under the worst drought since 1938.
And yesterday, I got caught in one of the most powerful downpours I've seen since my days on the flat farmland of rural Illinois. This storm brought hail and "cracklin" thunder (as I like to imagine the locals call it). The kind of downpour that rouses slight moments of fear and turns your shelter under the canopy of a building into a pointless one. Austin needed some rain and it got it. Maybe not all the rain that it needed, but a good start. I quickly drew a metaphor between this and my own status and decided, "maybe it was time I was on my way." "Maybe I haven't got all that I need yet...but a good start." It seemed this cleansing of rain was saying, "The time seems right."
I began to notice every street sign and how the names were prompting random memories within me. Streets named after people and places. People I know or have known. Places I've seen or desire to see. It all reminded me too much that there is a bigger world out there with a bigger network of people. And those people and places will not be experienced until I step outside of my comfort zone for a moment and get my feet wet.
I've been welcomed and sent off with utmost hospitality here in Austin. I will certainly return one day to the friendly faces, but for now must ride off further into the west.
Next stop, Lubbock.









