For the last four months, my existence has been defined by Bay Area Boulevard. I'm working on an intensive project for work (so intensive that they temporarily relocated me to Houston to work on it), and it just struck me that, for being here for four months, I haven't really seen any part of Houston. I have, however, seen plenty of Bay Area. My apartment is on Bay Area, as is my gas station, my grocery store (two), the Chick-fil-A where I eat lunch on Saturdays, and my office. Some days, I get adventurous: I drive a mile south to the movie theater. But, more likely than not, I get up, drive along Bay Area to the office, and then drive back.
I mention this not for sympathy (the road often floods when it rains; road construction causes traffic delays; the lights are timed long) but to observe how easy it is to be focused on one thing and completely lose track of time--for months. When I arrived, school was in session. It has since gone on summer vacation and started back up again. Time flies quickly, and we all need to work to ensure that it doesn't pass us by. It would be a real tragedy if, after seven months in Houston, I never really explored the area. Starting in mid-September, that's what I plan on doing.
posted by AJM # 11:31 PM