After a month of debate, soul searching, general freaking out, and a mad dash across the southern United States … it’s official. I’m a Texan of the Austinite variety!!!
After lengthy negotiations, a bank induced “Easter Egg hunt for money”, and a ton of paperwork, we finally have the keys to our new home. Lone Star State – here we are! I am embracing this change in location whole heartedly, although I must admit I still feel a little timid and apprehensive.
Can I call myself a Texan yet? I’m practically just off the boat. Do I need a 10 gallon hat? I hate getting in a car and not know where I am going. I like knowing a place so well, that I go into autopilot mode to get around. It’s been a couple of weeks and sometimes I still feel like I’m a guest in my own home. I am getting used to the place though.
Marathon sessions with Ikea assembly projects, painting , and kitchen cupboard organizing have started to make house feel more like home. I’ve opened most boxes and I do know where 97 percent of my stuff is – not bad eh? Now we just need to put in the time and memories. ‘It’s a new dawn, its a new day, it’s a new life… and I’m feeling gooooood!!!’