I lived in Houston for 20 months. Not very long. I moved there in October 2011, and I left at the beginning of May 2013. Also, I never really lived through a Houston summer since the summer of 2012 was spent traveling to Europe for 3 weeks and living in California for 5 weeks. One might say I didn’t really live in Houston at all.
Yet, there is much that I miss. Here is my list.
- The Nursing Mothers Room at CtK: Our church had a rather well-to-do crowd, and that crowd popped out babies like it was their job. They built their first facility in 2010, and they included a room for nursing mothers. I have surveyed 4 churches’ nursing facilities now, and CtK’s wins. By a landslide. Flat screen tv with a live feed of the service, upholstered chairs, a changing table, dim lights. I wanted to move in.
- Star Pizza: Large, chicago-style, pepperoni with whole wheat crust. Amen.
- Mexican Food x 1000: We liked Lupe Tortilla and El Tiempo, but, seriously, people. There are so many choices of Tex-Mex. And it’s all good. So good.
- Mom’s Group: My childbirth class teacher is a doula, and she hosts a Thursday night group for her former students and clients. And it was such a warm, welcoming place. I’m thankful to still have my foot in that community through a private facebook group.
- Montrose: We had the best neighborhood. We picked it because it was the closest thing we could find to California in Texas: hipster bars, local restaurants, and streets with sidewalks. And crazy people. (Every potential apartment was vetted via walkscore.com. Our apartment scored 82/100.) Three of our couple friends lived within easy walking distance, and I’m so grateful that we took advantage of that fact regularly. Hey y’all, wanna come over again tonight for a glass of wine for old time’s sake? Please?
I left out all the people that we miss because I don’t want to get depressed.
P.S. Who’s proud of me for choosing something to write about other than the baby?