My entire weekend was a refreshing reminder that there are parts of Houston that I really enjoy. Living down in the suburbs, I forget that the older parts of the city are much more unique, and have personality. Clear Lake is so…cookie cutter, and somehow washed out; the summer sun and hot weather combined with the strip malls and asphalt and scrubby trees make the entire place feel tired and burnt. But the older areas of town that I drove through on Saturday and Sunday, the areas around Rice and Memorial Park and Tanglewood, are so quaint and quiet and tree-lined and pretty. I felt like I left the Houston I’ve become used to and found the Houston that made people come here in the first place. It was nice.
