“I live in the low hills north, looking on downtown and east of where the river runs.” This description could have been written about my neighborhood in Terrell Heights a couple hundred years ago, but you can’t really see the hills now.
When my wife Sydney and I moved to San Antonio from Austin we had no idea what to expect.
A friend of mine coined a hashtag that makes me laugh.
Some people prefer to live in the country, where their evenings are filled with a symphony of birds cawing, animals foraging through whatever animals forage through under the cover of darkness, insects mating, leaves falling, or merely the elusive silence of the night that is quickly disappearing.
I don’t exactly seek attention.
When I returned home to San Antonio after four and a half years of being away, all I could think about was my escape route.
“Will you take a shower or will you make breakfast?”
It was nearing the end of 2006 when I decided that after 22 years of living in the same town I was born, it was time to move on to a new journey in life.
I read with interest and a bit of envy the multitude of personal reflections on some of the wonderful San Antonio neighborhoods featured in the Rivard Report series “Where I Live.”
This week left me with a special appreciation for celebrating family and community in San Antonio.