Leaving Houston for Salt Air
Living in Houston can feel like living inside a gas tank.
You drive to eat.
You drive to meet friends..
You drive to walk.
You drive to escape driving.
When you work from home, the days blur even faster. Screens glow. Groceries cost more than they should. Dinner becomes the event because what else is there? And somehow, even while doing “nothing,” money keeps leaving.
We realized we weren’t bored. We were craving space.
So we went to Port Aransas for the weekend.
No packed schedule. No overpriced cocktails. No rushing. Just a beach house to ourselves and salt in the air.
It was quiet.
We rode a golf cart down sandy streets like teenagers with nowhere urgent to be. We parked by the water and let the day stretch. We explored without an itinerary. We took photos of things that weren’t landmarks. Just sky, landscape and each other. We let the wind ruin our hair and didn’t care.
Instead of spending money to fill time, we filled time with living.
We cooked. We read. We watched movies without scrolling. We woke up without alarms. The beach became our third space! Free, wide open, asking nothing from us except that we show up.
Back in Houston, everything feels monetized. Out there, the tide comes in and out whether you paid for dinner or not.
It made me realize how much of our “city life” spending isn’t about desire, it’s about friction. When nature is far, when community spaces are scarce, when everything requires parking and planning, consumption becomes the easiest activity.
But at the coast, we remembered something simple:
We don’t need much.
Just water.
And a little wind.
