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Karlie Tipton, Editorial Assistant
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OK, I See It Now
By Karlie Tipton
September 27, 2012
The late December day I moved to Oklahoma City was one of the best days of my life.
I couldn’t articulate at the time why I was so excited to call myself an Oklahoma Citian, aside from the fact that it meant no longer living in Norman (you’re cool, Norman, but it shouldn’t take an hour to get from Campus Corner to Target), but now, with almost a year of residency under my belt, I think I know the reason(s).
The Food. This town is home to a smorgasbord of culinary delights I’ve only begun to devour after nine months. As someone who gets bored quickly eating the same thing over and over again—as well as someone whose appetite must be sated quickly once hunger sets in, lest my fiancé get an earful—I am infinitely grateful that within a few miles of my home there is a Cajun King, Shawn’s Sushi, Capers Mediterranean Buffett and Bistro, Abel’s Mexican Restaurant, Green and Grilled, Gopuram Taste of India, and a litany of other dining options. If I’m feeling a little more adventurous—and the hunger beast has yet to completely take over—Twenty-Third Street is not too far, with its OMG-I’m-speechless buffet of delicious options, from Tucker’s Onion Burgers to Mutt’s Amazing Hot Dogs to Cheever’s Café (my current favorite). In fact, the only thing about cuisine in the capital city that makes me sad is the number of places I have not yet gotten to try: Classen Grill, The Wedge Pizzeria, Lido, Bobo’s Chicken, and about twenty-five others.
The Fun. Having grown up not twenty miles from downtown, I thought I knew all there was to know about entertainment in the capital city. There was the Oklahoma City Zoo, of course, and the Oklahoma City Museum of Art, or the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum. Those are all wonderful, but I’ve come to realize that they only scratch the surface. There are, of course, museums of all kinds, including ones for western heritage, banjos, and China painters. There’s even one dedicated entirely to softball. If I’m in the mood for a live performance, there’s Lyric Theatre, Carpenter Square, the Jewel Box, and a number of other small venues that offer intimate performances by local talent. Even when I don’t have money to spare on frivolities, I can busy myself watching the planes take off from Wiley Post Airport (conveniently located about thirty seconds from my house) or I may take a leisurely stroll around the Myriad Gardens.
(Being a part of) The Phenomenon. The fact that the arrival of the Thunder and the construction of the Devon Tower and the revamp of the Plaza District and dozens of other improvements have revitalized our metropolis is no revelation. However, what was not as obvious to me until recently is how my attitude toward my city and my state has been revitalized. I have always called myself an Oklahoma native, but living in Oklahoma City during a time of such remarkable growth and change has made me feel like a part of Oklahoma. Rather than just a consumer of Oklahoma history, I’m a part of it. Steffie, as editor of the state’s official magazine, is always (thankfully) espousing the importance of love of home, but I think I’m just now starting to get it.
Sadly, my time as a resident in Oklahoma City will be short lived—I’m moving to Edmond at the end of this year—but I know that by the time I pack up my last box, I will have gained a new perspective on a place I so often took for granted, a better understanding of myself, and (hopefully) just a little (but probably a lot of) weight.