Houston, Texas here.
I love the whole damn state. So much to do and see. From the triple point of the Big Thicket, meeting point for three ecospheres: the coastal swamps of southern Louisiana, the piney woods of East Texas and North Louisiana and the coastal plains, go down the Gulf Coast along the miles and miles of beaches and take a right through the Valley. Catch a lift over the Balcones Escarpment and check out the Davis Mountains. Soon enough you can taste the West Texas/Panhandle part of the Great Plains and then plunge back toward the middle and kick back in the Hill Country.
We’ve got 3 of the 10 biggest cities in the country, and Austin’s liable to bust those ranks pretty damn soon.
While much can be said about Dallas and San Antone, Houston, after a lifetime, remains a wonderland to me. I love this city.
Houston is a dynamic city with a usually pulsating economy. Cosmopolitan? International commerce is a major pursuit here, I think there’s somebody here, if not several somebodies, from just about every cultural/ethnic/national group you can imagine and we’ve got the Houston Grand Opera and its affiliates (which I admittedly rarely attend), the Houston Symphony (which I do attend several times a year, and they’re first rate) museums, a theater scene and nightlife, with music, to suit any taste.
When I have visitors, there’s no shortage of things to do, one being just taking a driving tour to let 'em soak up some of the amazing architecture. Which reminds me - of all the big cities I’ve moved about in, this is one of the easiest for its size to get around in. Sure, you can get stuck in traffic, but that doesn’t happen to me very often.
The climate is moderate most of the year. We cook a little bit around the end of July and start of August, but conversely, you can live here for decades without owning any decent cold weather gear. It was 72º when I came inside about an hour ago.
The cost of living is escalating, but it just doesn’t compare to other big cities yet. I live in a nice part of town, in the center of Houston, in a 450 sq. ft. duplex that I pay $450 a month for.
Another cool thing - no zoning! When it last came up in about 1991 it was the first thing that had ever stirred me to grass roots activism. I had a bunch of “NO ZONING” bumper stickers printed up and started giving them away. Eventually the Houston Property Rights Association got wind of me and we hooked up. The electorate rejected zoning and embraced our death-to-zoning-forever amendment to the city charter with a plurality of 61%. Landslide! Yeeeehaw!
Makes for an interesting city.
And one more thing that I fear won’t last. It’s not a tourist destination. We’re one of the best kept secrets in North America. I like it that way.
I’ve lived in the Montrose almost all of my adult life, adjacent to the Museum District. I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather live.
René Magritte’s The Rape is 28.8 miles away from the grain elevator that dominates Katy, Texas, but it is also, in the Menil Collection, hanging a mere 80 yards away from me right now, along with many other famous surrealist works.
You’ve got all of the above and, not only that, it’s Texas, babes.