A New City Means Adjustment

From Austin to San Antonio

Recently, I made the decision to leave my hometown of Austin to move to San Antonio. My boyfriend was offered his dream job, so he asked me to go along with him. And I hate saying that — boyfriend. It sounds so juvenile. We’ve been together for going on six years, but I guess “boyfriend” is still the technical term. Anyway, after sending out my résumé to a few places, I was able to land a great job. That was the final push for me. I agreed to leave Austin behind.

We’ve been in San Antonio about a month now and frankly so far I’m not a fan. Since we’ve been here we can’t catch a break. Our dog has had to go to the emergency vet in the middle of the night, one of our cars was broken into, the door to our apartment was kicked in and some of our stuff was stolen. Now I know I shouldn’t blame these things on San Antonio since they could happen in any city, but I can’t help it. I honestly feel like San Antonio is rejecting us like a bad ham sandwich.

It’s Definitely Different

First of all, and this may just be our specific apartment complex, people are not as friendly. It’s weird. No one says “hello” when you see them at the mailbox. No one makes eye contact with when I’m walking the dog. No one lets their dogs play together. It’s very strange. I’ve made attempts only to be shot down. Now, I will say that when we were broken into and we went around to let our neighbors know what had happened everyone was friendly, but that’s about it. There’s no real sense of community. I like to know who my neighbors are, not only for safety but for friendliness sake too. Apparently I’m alone in that here.

I have a hard time finding outdoorsy things to do. I feel like most entertainment consists of something you have to pay for or something that makes you fat — movies, shopping, going out to eat, etc. It was beautiful outside the other day and all I could think about was how I would love to go kayaking at Zilker. Sadly, there is nothing that even compares to that here. I found a nice park for biking and jogging, but it doesn’t have the nice appeal of the huge Zilker lawn for picnics and laying around.

One thing that completely caught me off guard was the plastic bags. I got so used to the “bag ban” that I forgot stores still used single use bags. I also realized I hate them. I’m constantly telling clerks that I don’t need a bag for that one bottle of juice. Even with me bringing my reusable bags on my shopping trips, I still already have a stack of them littering my utility closet just from people bagging EVERYTHING. In general I feel like San Antonio isn’t as eco-friendly, but that may just be my “Austin hippy” way of thinking.

Not All Bad

I’m sitting here and I’m really trying my hardest to think of something that I like about San Antonio. I can say, however, that traffic isn’t nearly as bad. I’ve yet to come to a complete stop on the highway — so that’s a plus. I also really like the company I work for and the people I work with. Things could be worse.

I’m really not meaning to slam San Antonio. I’m sure I haven’t been here long enough to realize some of its great qualities. I will say, without a doubt, that I genuinely, truly and deeply miss my home: Austin, Texas.