Hard to believe it, but we’ve been roughing it down south for over 9 months now, and we appear to have birthed a happy little Texas existence (going with the whole gestation period = 9 months thing…anyway).
We’ve moved into a new apartment in a much more decidedly *us* neighborhood in SA. There’s sidewalks and lots of dog owners, and the hardwood floors are very reminiscent of our North Portland house (read: Riley’s shedded fur makes dustballs that can cut you off at the ankles).
Our neighborhood can only be described as lovely. The houses are for the most part cottage-like, and the overall feel is very Eugene.
In thinking about the time we’ve spent in TX so far, we appear to have completed many of the requisites one might assume, including:
- Attending a pig roast
- Getting 3rd degree sunburns at the beach
- Being attacked in our home by a pestilence of insects
- Eaten deer meat given to us by a coworker
- BBQ’d…several times
- Not worn any heavy coats during the winter months
- Eaten a lot of Mexican food
- Gotten lost on the highway
- Put a cowboy hat on our dog
- Eaten…just in general
Texas has been very good to us so far, and every morning I wake up and it’s not raining, I remember there is more than one reason that destiny/the universe/some deity’s sense of humor has brought us to this land of plenty.
So here’s to another prosperous year in the Alamo City!
glad you’re remember the alamo. also glad you’re here in tejas with me. CUTE apts! Excited to see it!!