Weird in West Texas
You may have heard I’m wild and I’m free
I live on a dirt road in West Texas now. A month ago I was in Chicago, meeting old friends for drunken noodles in Logan Square and wandering around the halls of the Art Institute. 3 weeks ago I was combing my home shores of the Great Lakes for fossilized coral reef and lava rock. A week ago I was taking a yoga for runners class in a sweaty studio in Austin and pounding a Soup Peddler smoothie afterward.
But nowwww I live on a dirt road. In a small art town. In West Texas. About 2 hours south of where I once lived as a teenager in a different small town with a lot less art and a lot more oil and cattle. Upon arriving in Marfa, taking a looking at my surroundings, then going to one of the local watering holes for an overpriced Greek salad, I thought, hmm…what the fuck am I doing again? Like, actually…what am I doing? lol
Naturally, I texted one of my closest friends to express my anxieties.
I have no wifi and minimal service at my house.
I did not know this or consider this a possibility prior to arriving. As someone who has been very Online for most of my life and worked remotely as a writer and editor…
