Reflecting on this weekend, one thing has become clear: I really do love Dallas.
J and I moved here in April 2010. I knew only two people: a friend in Austin, and a family friend in Houston. J had an old friend in Ft. Worth, but that was it.
It was a daunting thought to make friends. To be honest, I didn't think I'd ever have friends like I did in Colorado or North Carolina. I felt pressure to find something to occupy my days. I volunteered at the Arboretum, and tried to get involved as much as possible, but that was hard as well.
You see, Dallas is a very small big city. As an outsider it can be very intimidating. In May of 2010, in an effort to get myself out there, I went to a Dallas Blogger Meetup. I was nervous of course, but there I met several bloggers, three of who have become close friends. I also found a job and connected with co-workers.
And slowly but surely,
I found my way.
I started understanding the Texas jokes. I had my restaurants. I started to be able to navigate the city without GPS (still a struggle sometimes!). I started recognizing people when I'd go out. I started lunching at Neimans every Saturday and joining clubs/groups. I found an amazing group of girlfriends. My calendar filled up again.
(These things may seem silly and trivial, but when you are worried that you may never feel at home, they are a big deal.)
So in April, when our 2 year anniversary in the Big D comes around, I will greet it with open arms. Dallas has been good to me so far, and I have a feeling it's only getting better.
(photo: one of KappaPrep's birthday party printables)