Today I was in Dallas in the lobby of a client. I was waiting for the rest of my team from work to show up for a meeting when two guys entered the lobby. They were waiting for a meeting as well. While they sat I couldn’t help but listen in on their conversation.
One of the men was living in Austin, but he was originally from Oklahoma. They were talking about how much the cities around Texas are growing. They were talking about how bad the traffic was getting, and generally the downside to all of this population boom. The man from Oklahoma then said that he was from Tulsa, but he doesn’t get back often enough. He said, “Tulsa is just one of those quintesential small cities that is perfect for raising a family.” This statement blew me away, considering the turn of events in my life right now.
About two weeks ago Sarah and I remembered a conversation that we had before leaving Tulsa. We were not able to sell our house, so we rented it out. Before we left we said that it was really a good thing that we weren’t able to sell, because if things weren’t working out in a year we could just go back.
A year later, things are not working out very well here, and we are going back. I’m so glad we didn’t sell that house! I’ll recap the “year of suck” later, but for now we are heading back to Tulsa. The big house is history, and it’s back to a small, sweet and humble existance.
That man hit the nail on the head regarding Tulsa, and I feel good about this decision.