My wife and I made the move to Austin,Texas, in the way of middle-class American migrants. We rented a Ford Taurus at the airport, bought an Austin map at a U-Tote-Um quick stop, and toured the city in search of a place to live. We didn't have a list of necessities - granite countertops or schools with killer SATs - as much as we had a mental image of the place we belonged. We drove and when a place felt comfortable, seemed right, my wife, the daughter of one of Kentucky's last New Deal liberals, drew a smiley face on the map.
- From The Big Sort: Why the Clustering of Like-Minded America is Tearing Us Apart by Bill Bishop
[Update: Typos corrected. Editor flogged.]