It’s been a while since the last time I wrote about where I’ve moved to, if I’ve written anything at all (can’t remember at the moment although it’s been talked about on Twitter and one-on-one for certain). So in the interests of either filling a gap in writing, or being redundant and amusing myself by talking about the same things again, here we go.
Houstonians are, as a rule, ruder than people in South Carolina. I’m not sure why that is. Could come from everyone having to live so close together.
I have yet to find an Asian restaurant that understands the concept of sweet tea.
Traffic lights mean nothing. Neither do the lanes painted onto the road.
Many I’ve run across don’t seem to realize there is a world outside Texas. (Is this a problem endemic to Texas?)
The lack of income tax is more than compensated for by the higher sales tax and cost of living.
So far I haven’t said anything positive about Houston, and it’s a policy of mine to at least try to find something positive to say when I have a list of negatives, to at least pretend to have balance.
Unfortunately I can’t think of anything worth liking about this place. My plan from the beginning was to be here short-term, but it may end up being shorter-term than even I anticipated.