Yep! We get a lot of visitors, and I can’t wait to have a place to put them. I hate getting up in the morning for work and having them spread all over my living room hung over because they decided, hey, they were back in Austin, so they might as well close down Barfly’s. On a Tuesday.

haha so my friend is an elementary school teacher up in Georgetown. And she is seeing a massive influx of hispanic families who have been pushed out of Austin. Like, her school doubled its number of ESL kids in less than five years.

Thank you! The house-hunting process was hell.

My favorite party trick is telling people from out of state that Houston has one of, if not THE, best food scenes in the U.S. (which is true). And then having them rush to tell me that Houston is a hellscape full of cars and is dangerous and in Texas (oh my!). Oh well, more yums for me.

My friend’s couch-surfer from Connecticut asked him on the first day, “So where can I get some goooooood southern cookin’?” My friend was nicer about that than I would have been.

It’s funny to me that a state that literally encompasses the area of eight East Coast states is assumed to have a uniform culture. Like, if you were to tell a New Yorker that they must be “the same” as someone from Scranton, they’d tell you to fuck off.

As someone who has been house-hunting with a “meager” $250k budget, I co-sign all of this. Why is a 1,300 square-foot house far from the city with no mass-transit or urban ammenities “worth” over $350K?? It was a sad day that I realized, “O wait, Austin doesn’t want us anymore.”

Well at least these white essay-writers are LEAVING you. They are COMING to Texas, and now we have to deal with them and their attitude that Austin/Houston/wherever is basically like their safety-school.

We don’t want them in Austin either. Make them stop coming.

Dude, I got a lot of the same shade when I moved to Texas.

We are about to move into a house and, after living my entire adult life in apartments, I’m like, “Shit, we’re just going to have, like, a few empty rooms, I guess?”

*Aunt.

We had lived together for 6 years by the time we got married, and we ended up registering at BB&B (after our families threatened to register for us). We don’t have a ton of money so we were trying to make crappy, broken Wal-Mart cookware work that we’d had since college (we graduated in ‘06). So, we registered for…

The in-laws asked us to class up our registry too. We refused. We actually had a lot of nice cookware on there and kitchen gadgets, but some people really just want to give you china. Some bought us china we didn’t even register for and straight into my in-laws’ basement it went. Except for the yellow china tea set…

I love it too. It has a nice zouk beat, and I dance zouk. Yes, there are FAR FAR better songs, but it’s fun. I’d say it’s a guilty pleasure, but I feel absolutely no guilt.

You are correct:

15-year-old me wanted to run away with him.

My parents like him. Most of my relatives back home do, too.

There is shit that my family and friends have said in the past six months that I haven’t heard in 32 years of closed doors. It’s terrifying.

So I am with you for a lot of this because I KNOW this describes how my husband and I both think. And we have both worked on understanding each others’ through processes, which are equally valid. But we need to talk about 3a. I’ve never asked him to clean my closet. I clean my spaces, he cleans his office.