By this time next week, I'll no longer be a Dallasite. After five years (almost down to the day) of being in Dallas, I'm making the move to another Texas city: Houston. Almost every person I've told about this - friend or otherwise - has asked, "But, why?" It requires a multi-layed response but I could easily sum it up by saying, "It's perfect timing." This move has been a long-time coming but not because I don't love Dallas and haven't enjoyed the city. Dallas was the ideal place for me to land as a fresh post-graduate and when I think about how much I have changed and grown both personally and professionally in five short years, I know I couldn't have had a better experience anywhere else. From meeting life-long friends to loosing love, narrowly escaping Ebola and almost becoming a fan of the Cowboys - I have so many ridiculous, hilarious, and tender memories that have happened in this city. So Houston...I'd love to explain a little bit of the why behind this move I'm so excited to make.
I’ll start out by saying that I didn’t know anything about Houston other than it is wildly humid and has no zoning laws until about two years ago. During my first “real” visit (re: not a short one day work trip) there something about it reminded me of my real home – Kansas City, Missouri – and I still have trouble putting my finger on what that is. But I think that it’s because: it feels very family oriented, many Houstonians return back to live there permanently, small businesses and stores thrive, there’s a sense of community and the atmosphere is very friendly and welcoming, and while it’s a massive city there are really great designated neighborhoods that are green with huge trees and homes. So much of that makes me think about what makes Kansas City great (minus the massive city part).
I have basically been wanting to be in Houston for a year and a half. But the logistics of having a lease, living with Sally, and just not being fully “ready” kept me in Dallas. When Sally moved to San Francisco last August it felt like someone turned out the light in part of my world. I love living by myself but I suddenly felt incredibly alone. Working from home became even more isolating and I would go days without talking to anyone other than Blue…who doesn’t talk back. I didn’t notice it at first, but once October rolled around and I had to move from our empty two-bedroom into a single apartment it was like loneliness really set in and stayed. I saw my friends but was by myself 95% of the time. Such an Eeyore, right?!
During this super-sad-Molly time I took every opportunity possible to drive down to Houston. The 3.5 hour drive started to feel like a normal commute and I was unfazed by traffic if it meant I got to be with my best friends (re: The McCarthy’s) in the city that felt like it was hugging me. Starting sentences with “When Molly Moves to Houston” became a regular thing but the reality of moving still seemed like a pipe dream. I had the responsibility of a lease! I had lived in Dallas for five years! It just felt like I would never do it (at least not until my lease ended in October 2016).
But then January rolled around. And after my second visit down in 2.5 weeks Bailey and I were talking and I said, “What am I doing. Why don’t I just live here already? I need to just move.” She confirmed that it was ludicrous I hadn’t pulled the trigger and firmly encouraged me to make my long-talked about plans a reality. Bailey and I have always dreamed about me joining the team at Biscuit – it’s not a secret that I love the brand and products as if they were my own – and it really felt like the time was right to fold me into a position within the company. All I really remember from the rest of that trip was celebrating Harry’s 1st birthday and having a huge smile on my face because it was all “really going to happen.” The thought of working with awesome, inspiring, hard-working women everyday was enough to make me cry with happiness. I wasn’t going to be Eeyore anymore (re: a lonely loner) and my creative mojo was going to be reignited.
Even with the plan made, it still took me till February to go to my leasing office and see what breaking a lease would entail. Since the reason for moving was technically job related I was pleasantly surprised that I wasn’t going to be hit with that big of a fine. And really, when you’re weighing quality of life vs. money – quality of life always wins (at least in my world). I put in my 60-day notice, easily found another apartment in Houston and squealed in excitement like a piglet.
The 60 days really flew by thanks to an insane amount of travel in February and March, Sally’s wedding in April, and the past few weeks spent working on the logistics of moving. Some of you might remember what it was like for me the last time I moved by myself (I wrote a post complaining about it here). I was essentially traumatized by the experience. So I took Hitha’s fantastic advice and budgeted so that I could “throw money at the problem” this time around. I flew Sally in this past weekend to help me pack and it was like having a legitimate angel with me. We got everything in boxes (which I picked up used from Treehuggers – highly recommend using them if you have a move coming up!) and I feel so organized and ready for the movers that come at the end of the week.
This week I get to spend my last days as a Dallas resident hanging out with my favorite people and taking care of loose errands. Friday everything gets loaded into a truck by strong men, I clean my apartment and turn in my keys. Saturday I get to host an amazing Etsy event at West Elm. Sunday I drive to Houston very early and all my stuff gets unpacked from the truck and into my new place. Monday my mama comes to help me unpack and get organized (she’s my hero). Then real life in the new city gets to take place!
A move is really just a relocation but something about all this feels like I’m finally making life happen, rather than waiting for life to happen to me. I definitely think that up until January when I decided to make the wheels start turning, that I was just sitting around waiting to feel inspired, waiting for a perfect guy to fall into my lap, waiting for the loneliness to go away. But now I’m being an active participant in going towards the life I want. Forget finding the perfect guy – that will happen when and how it should – but at least I’m going to be in a city I love, among some of the people who make me happiest and always encourage me to let my freak flag fly, working on something other than the blog (which will inspire me tremendously) and with people who I’m obsessed with. It’s going to be
Dallas treated me very well. I’m still completely in love with my dear friends and I am really glad to know that I’ll still be seeing them often (because I’m obviously going to be coming back for routine visits!). I will miss the ease of knowing my way around, having all my favorite spots for shopping, eating and getting my beauty on but I can’t wait to explore and get to discover all those new faves in Houston!
This is something new, something different, and something that at 27 years old makes sense. Again, the long story short answer is “perfect timing.” (: