There’s something about downtown Houston that makes me feel 80 years old. Because it’s somewhat unfamiliar to me now, and I run through my old memories of what it used to be.
I was in downtown this morning for Startup Week Houston. Then I walked to meet Sajan for lunch. He laughed when he saw me. My mouth was open and my eyes were wide, gazing up and around.
I felt like a tourist in my own city. During and after college I had worked downtown. There’s something about walking in those sidewalks that makes you feel like you belong to something.
But today, I was experiencing the new downtown. There was new art.
The old Houston was a little grimy and very down home and approachable. The new Houston looks like it’s built for 30- and 40- somethings with six figures. It looks more like a major tourist destination now, which is probably a good thing.
Everything was so picturesque.
Sajan and I hung out at The Conservatory, so I could eat lunch. Everyone here looked 35 or under. Very young vibe. It was a space with four or five restaurants to choose from, almost like a mall food court but upscale hipster style.
Then she happened to sit next to us. I said, “Are you Emily?”, and it turned out it was her. We had a great chat.
After lunch Sajan and I had a refreshing walk back to my parking garage.
More oohs and ahs from me, taking in the scene.
I don’t miss the downtown commute, but I do miss the scene.