In many ways life has changed little. I get up, workout (when motivated), go to the office, put in long hours, head home, eat, sleep, repeat. It's the environment in which I do these things that has changed dramatically.
A cramped apartment has been replaced by a spacious home.
An overcrowded subway has been supplanted by a quite drive on back roads.
In lieu of a drab office, I toil in a sprawling and certified green campus complete with gym, bike parking, and shower facilities.
Frankly, in most ways, suburban family life in Texas is better. Though I will readily admit that DFW is lacking a few important amenities. Chief among them: delivery.
It’s much more difficult to find good ethnic restaurants. And when you do find them… augh, delivery is not really viable. In New York I took it for granted that I could have Panaeng curry or Chana masala or a spicy tuna roll delivered… at midnight… in less than 30 minutes. Alas, good bibimbap is no longer my reality.
Also a surprise, and you'd never know it by looking at our overgrown weed patch, but I’m developing a fetish for lawn maintenance. Perhaps it’s the exercise. Maybe the meditative state reached while walking behind the mower. Or it could be pride of ownership. Perchance the binary nature of mowed vs unkempt. Whatever it is, I’m all giddy when it comes to firing up the Toro and mulching up some Bermuda grass.
The long and short of it is that we've arrived and are enjoying our new home.
(yeah, yeah, yeah... the yard needs work)"Fine art and pizza delivery, what we do falls neatly in between."
-David Letterman