Exactly one week ago, I moved to Dallas—after seven years in New York City. I've created this blog to keep in touch with my faraway friends, as well as to write the goings-on about town, as I become...a...Texan.
So far, I'm enjoying the modern conveniences—a dishwasher and washer/dryer in my apartment, central heating and air, a parking garage, a car, SPACE—things that are hard to come by as a New Yorker. That said, there are some customs here that I've had trouble getting used to:
1.) Valet Parking. Most of the restaurants here have valet, even though there are wide-open parking lots abutting them. What's the rule here? Can you say "No, thanks, I'll park it myself."? Tried that. The valet guy insisted.
2.) Parking Lots at Bars. Scary.
3.) Window Shades Down (at all times). In New York, entire evenings can be spent watching events unfold in across-the-street apartments. There's a mentality that if you're nine floors up, no one can see through your picture windows. Not true. In our apartment building, I've yet to see a first-floor apartment with it's shades open, day or night. I guess we're exhibitionists...
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