I’ve been living in my new home a little over a month, so I have some basis for comparison in how things are different here than they were back in Texas.

A big one is temperature. We’re having a “heat wave” here this week, which means it might get close to 90 degrees. It is pretty humid, probably more moist than it would be at these temperatures in Texas, but I still find it fairly comfortable. At this time of year in Texas, I’d barely be able to go outdoors. Here, I spend most of the day outside. I work on my back porch until mid-afternoon, and then I only really need to come inside because the angle of the sun hits a point where it puts a glare on my computer screen. If I’m not working on the computer, I can stay out until later in the afternoon, when the sun begins to hit the porch directly and it gets a bit uncomfortable for a few hours. The community band has concerts in the park every Monday night, and this week’s concert was the first time I didn’t have to put on a sweater during the concert. Last week, I was wearing a sweatshirt and still had to put on a sweater.

The nice thing is that even if it’s hot during the day, it cools off a lot at night. During this week’s “heat wave,” they were talking about how the overnight lows being high is the real problem, but it’s still getting into the 60s overnight. Back in Texas in the summer, it often doesn’t get below 80 at night. I finally turned on my air conditioner last night, but only for humidity purposes, as it was only about 74 degrees inside. I had to put on a sweater while the AC dried things out a bit. Until the current “heat wave” began, I was still using the electric blanket on the couch for watching TV in the evenings.

This is one of the main reasons I moved. I wanted out of my living situation but I couldn’t afford a house in that area. I figured if I was going to have to move outside the area, I might as well go to a place that would be more comfortable, since I couldn’t bear the thought of another Texas summer. We’ll see how I feel this winter, but it didn’t look like the winters were that bad here, and I don’t mind huddling under an electric blanket. You can bundle up to stay warm, but it’s harder to stay cool when it’s hot. Summer here is basically September and October in Texas.

I’m also adjusting to smaller-town life. I was living in a major metro area, and this is a town of about 25,000. Since I come from a town that had a population just about 2,000 when I lived there, I don’t really think of this as a small town. It has multiple grocery stores, a lot of bookstores (more than in the city I just left), and plenty of things to do. The difference is that I don’t have to get on the freeway to do most things. Oddly, although this is a smaller town, in a lot of ways it feels more urban than where I used to live. When I was researching places to live, YouTube started recommending channels on urbanism, and this smallish town actually ticks a lot of boxes for what these people talk about for good urban fabric. It’s dense enough that things are close together. You can walk to a lot of things. There are more streets than “stroads” (the unholy mix of street and road, so everything’s built around cars, which makes everything be more spread out). Aside from the major commercial roads between the freeway and the city center, most of the streets here are two lanes, and the houses and businesses are right on the streets rather than set back by driveways and parking lots. It feels a lot more like a real city than the suburbs did.

It’s funny how my perception of traffic has already changed. I used to live next to a six-lane boulevard that was constantly full of traffic. A week or so ago I was walking around, looking at houses and neighborhoods and found myself rejecting one house that I otherwise liked because it was on a “major” street. It is one of the main thoroughfares, but it’s a two-lane road with a 25 miles per hour speed limit, and there’s maybe one car going down it every minute. They do need more sidewalks around here, though. My street has sidewalks, but a lot of neighborhood streets don’t.

That lower traffic means it’s so much quieter. I can hear the leaves rustling in the trees and birds singing. I could hear birds in my old house, but even when I sat on the patio with trees nearby, I never heard the leaves rustling in the wind. That’s one of my favorite sounds. Sometimes I just sit on the porch here and listen to the wind in the leaves. I think the air is also a lot cleaner without all the traffic and traffic jams.

Things are also a lot older here. I had one of the “old” houses in my old neighborhood, and it was built in 1984. Here, one of the old houses was designed by Thomas Jefferson. Most of the houses in the central part of town are pre-World War II. A lot are Victorian. There are some newer (1950s-60s) mixed in, possibly filling in on formerly large lots or rebuilt after a teardown, but most are the kinds of houses with front porches and deep eaves. I’ve always wanted to live in that kind of neighborhood, and it really didn’t exist in the Dallas area, other than in the historic districts near downtown that were extremely expensive. I can afford to buy one of these houses, and the same house in the same kind of neighborhood in Dallas would be close to a million dollars. I love all the history. I’m looking forward to exploring the various historic sites.

I’m at a higher latitude, so the daylight difference is fairly striking. Sunset isn’t too much later than it was in Texas, with it staying fairly light until after 9, but sunrise is a lot earlier. It’s light around 5 a.m., just about broad daylight by 5:30 (official sunrise is a bit later, but it’s light long before then). Even though my bedroom window faces west, and even with blinds and lined curtains, the sun was waking me up before 5:30 every morning. I ended up buying a sleep mask, and that works pretty well. I’ve even been oversleeping a bit, or maybe catching up on sleep from all those early mornings. I’ve pretty much stopped my movie night habit because by the time it gets dark enough to watch a movie with the proper theater ambience, it’s getting close to bedtime. I’ve just been watching episodes of TV series instead. In the winter, it’ll be the reverse, so it’ll stay dark a lot later and the sun will go down earlier. I guess that’s when I’ll catch up on the three-hour epics.

Another big switch is the local media. I was used to reading a major daily newspaper and watching major-market TV news. Here, the local paper is essentially a USA Today with a few local stories (but the local reporting is good enough that the cheap digital subscription is worth it). I ended up getting a digital subscription to the Washington Post to get substantial reporting with content that’s still somewhat local. The local TV news isn’t too bad, even though the staff are mere children. I still sometimes stream the news from the station I used to watch back in Dallas, just to see the familiar faces and laugh at the weather.

My day-to-day routine is more or less the same, other than me spending more of the day outdoors. I eat both breakfast and lunch on the porch and I work outside as much as I can. I have to drive farther to run errands, but there’s not as much traffic and the stores aren’t as busy. I spend Monday nights at the band concerts in the park, and next month there will also be jazz concerts. That means I’m getting out a bit more than I used to, which was one of the reasons for the move. There was a lot of stuff to do in Dallas, but most of it required driving on the freeway for at least half an hour. Here, I can walk ten minutes and go to a concert, walk 20 minutes and be downtown at the farmers market on Saturdays.

Now that I have my routine somewhat settled, I’m getting back to a better working routine, so I hope to get more writing done. In Texas, I seemed to do most of my writing in the summer because I was huddled indoors during the hot weather, and there wasn’t much else to do. Here, there are more summer temptations. Winter may become my major writing time.