Today marks the 25th anniversary of moving to Austin on July 28, 2000. Twenty-Five years. A quarter century.
That thumbheaded kid who pulled into town on a bleary, humid Friday morning with a job and a carload of hope is still somehow here. But he’s not a hopeful kid anymore — he’s grizzled. The dotcom he moved for no longer exists, and neither does his optimism.
This morning, that dumbfounded adult drove out to the edge of town on a bleary, humid Monday morning with a career and a carload of concerns. He’s somehow finally making the grade. Somehow.