For a while now, I’ve been talking about Central Texas in general, and Austin in specific. This is mainly because I’ve moved here. I haven’t really admitted that out loud to myself, much less to the entire internet, but there you go. We are moving. We have moved. I’m not sure why it took me so long to put that out there, but I know this, I’m not very good at goodbyes. And I must say, just typing that right now brings up complex emotions.
It’s hard to describe.
But I’ll attempt. Last Fall, my mom started talking to me about my great grandmother’s house, which was in need of someone to move into it and love it. I volunteered. Kinda. I think I said, well, um, okay, then, maybe, or, I guess, possibly… IF we can find a school for Harry and work out about a thousand other details.
Honestly, I never thought we’d get past the “find a school” part. Because, as I’ve come to learn, schools are hard to find. But then, thanks to Twitter (Thanks, Twitter.), we found one. And that’s completely another story, a longish one in the list of longer ones that all lead back to this house, in a tiny town, just a little bit south of Austin.
It’s very different from the city.
There’s a lot of open land to find things. And to dirty up your boots.
Several of them.
No chickens yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
Don’t even get me started on the projects.
In the city, I rarely woke up to a giant tree falling on a barn and a fence.
But I also didn’t wake up and have breakfast on the front porch.It’s really different from my life in the city. So different that I haven’t really wrapped my brain around this, because I guess, in all honesty, it doesn’t yet feel like my life.
It’s slower. Quieter. Roomier.
It’s almost like I’ve taken a few months off and rented a summer vacation life somewhere.
And then there’s this duck that mysteriously and randomly appears high up in the pecan trees.
I’m not sure what he symbolizes, but I like him.
The truth is, I don’t really know what to think about it all. And when I do think about it, I don’t exactly know any more why we picked up everything and migrated three hours north to a very different life, a very non-city life in the Austinish country, and the not knowing is sorta strange. There’s a lot to figure out. And I plan to blog about this new space a lot, as I attempt to adapt to the new home.
As one of my friends in Houston said, “It’s like that house is drawing you into it. You just need to go.” And that sounds exactly right…it also sounds waaay more Exorcist than it feels. But yes, that.
Soundtrack: Homesick, Kings of Convenience.