Two More Weeks, Not Months

Wow, it feels as though it was just yesterday that I was posting my two months to go entry.  Eeks!  Fourteen days is such a short amount of time.  I’ll admit that I am more ready at this point than I ever expected.  So far I’ve had no events resembling major “freak outs” or emotional melt downs.   (But there is still time).  Honestly I wouldn’t mind a good cry.  Perhaps that will come when all my furniture is gone, and I am sleeping on the living room floor.  (I don’t think I can bring myself to sleep in my bedroom without a bed.  It would just feel wrong). 

My responsibilities at work are basically finished, and I have the next two weeks to wake up later, waste time watching the morning shows, hang out with friends, and pack. 

I recieved my Fort Worth Visitors Guide in the mail a few days ago and spent a little time flipping through the pages.  It’s described as an “Urban Oasis.”  “City Life with Country Values.”  “…the city of Forth Worth proves you can live in the city and still feel like you’re down-home country.”  Well, I know what it is like to live in a city, but I have no clue as to what “down-home country” should feel like.  I feel challenged by this statement and determined to figure out what “country” really is. 

I love this next introductory phrase:  “Forget the Stetsons [I don't even know what those are], Wranglers, and boots: just for a second, OK?  Think night-on-the-town dress shoes [I have those].  Think hipster [I can be hip], GQ jacket/tie combos [Is this an attempt at a metrosexual reference?], and chick dresses.  Think arty and cool.  And yes, you’re still in Fort Worth.”  Apparently the new face of the Fort Worth nightclub scene includes “an upscale maze of danceatoriums, chill-out lounges, and live music venues” while the old face encompasses the Stockyard area and is home to Billy Bob’s, cowboys, horses, and bars. 

Of course this “new social club” is most likely the environment where I will feel most comfortable; however I have no hesitation about venturing out and exploring those bars with the horses and cowboys.  After all, my whole goal is to have new experiences and challenge myself in different situations.  

And…just in case the cowboy thing doesn’t work out, I did notice a restaurant advertising the “finest wine list in town,” so I can always resort to that as my backup.  Plus, it can still be considered a new experience since I’ve never sipped wine in Texas!