Dallas to Fort Worth

I'm driving east on I-30 tonight. It's a drive that I've made many times in the past few months. Now its 10:30pm. I'm stopped somewhere near Arlington. Stopped. Not just crawling along. Stopped. Seriously, this is why I hate driving. You can be cruising down the interstate at 70mph one minute and the next, you've gone two miles in thirty minutes. So, now at 10:30pm on a Friday night I'm stopped on I-30. And I'm really aggravated at the drivers who ignore the neon blinking arrow flashing left and fifty signs that read "left lanes closed," and, instead, continue driving until the last possible second so that someone at he front of the line that everyone else has been patiently waiting in has to let them cut in.

As I wait in traffic, my mind starts to drift. I'm trying to figure out what kind of girl I am. Am I a Fort Worth kind of girl or a Dallas kind of girl? Kind of stupid, I know. But the cities have such distinctive, almost contrasting, personalities, I'm just curious as to where I fit in. Or maybe if I fit in at all.

Dallas has the pretentious air. I don't think that's me. Fort Worth is a little too cowboy, though. I like the energy of Dallas. But I also like the simplicity of Fort Worth. Dallas is trendier. Fort Worth has a homey feel to it. Dallas is a "let's put on a dress and heels" kind of place. In Fort Worth, you would be way overdressed if you wore that out. I mean I do like to dress up every once and awhile...

So I'm sitting here on the interstate between the two cities wondering where I fit in. I feel like it's somewhere in the middle. So that would put me in like Arlington. No thanks.

I miss New York.