I don’t think I’ve ever talked about my life in Texas here before, mostly because I just don’t think about it all that much. What’s in the past is in the past— I don’t usually suffer from homesickness or overwhelming nostalgia, and since I haven’t lived in the US in over a decade, I really don’t connect with what’s going on there. But when I ran across this slideshow announcing the last night of San Antonio’s famous Liberty Bar, my blood ran cold. The Liberty Bar (which is actually a restaurant as much as it is a bar) was once a staple of my life, and I have some very vivid memories of spending time there with some people who were not only very important to me, but who are no longer with us. I don’t often get sentimental about things like this, but here we are. This is the price of leaving home— home eventually moves on without you.
Apparently they’re moving the Liberty to a new location, which I think is a bad idea. The whole charm of it was that it was in that delightfully wonky building that seemed to defy gravity. Also, I’m pretty sure nothing is allowed to change in this world without my express written permission.
I’m weirdly sad about all this.