Howdy, my name is Sarah and I somehow made a very stark transition from being a country cowgirl to a bonafide city slicker. I’ll set the stage by showing you a satellite view of where I grew up:
This is Vega, Texas. Well, about 10 miles outside of it actually. Vega is a one blinking stoplight kind of town with a school that barely had enough sons of ranchers to have a 12 man football team. We “went to town” about 45 minutes away in Amarillo, Texas, home of “The Big Texan Steak ranch” and it’s famous 72 ounce steak… Notice how our house is situated on a nice plot of flat brown grassland with my nearest neighbor being a mile away(Unless you count the cattle), and that neighbor was my grandparents.
Ok, so I went from that life of sprawling country, to this:
New. York. City. Where my nearest neighbor is a thin piece of sheet rock away. In fact, I can hear her practicing her Opera singing right now. I went from a living on a ranch near a town no one has ever heard of to the biggest city in America, so well known you can call it by about 10 different names and everyone knows you’re talking about The One… The Big Apple.
On January 6, 2018 I boarded a plane with a one way ticket in my hand and two duffel bags, a suitcase, and a carry on full of pretty much just my clothes. About 4 hours later, I arrived at my new “home” I found on Craigslist as the taxi cab driver threw my bags in the massive pile of snow that was once a bike lane and zipped off… Welcome to New York.
Now how on earth did a girl who used to spend her days with her horses find herself on a sidewalk in New York’s Upper West Side? Love. Isn’t that always why people do crazy things? In this case my love affair is with the city that never sleeps rather than Brad from Dallas or whoever Texas girls are supposed to be married to at age 23.
Now I’m all settled into my little Craigslist apartment where I live with two guys, both at least 10 years older than me, aka every mother’s dream. (They’re actually super awesome so maybe New Girl was right about Craigslist roommates) I figured we’d all get a kick out of how my life got flipped-turned upside down, so follow along with me on this crazy journey as I navigate the city slicker life. You’ll see more gems like this one:
Don’t worry, I don’t dress like that here, but I loved that dang outfit and I’d say I wore it better than John Wayne himself. With that I bid y’all ado until my next post: Big Fish Bigger City.