Every Christmas, my mama makes tamales. It’s just kind of…
This is our new view. I’m gliding over the fact that if you look directly out of our window, you’ll see the lovely (inevitable) fence of construction, as they tear down a low-income housing unit and build yet another apartment complex. And so let’s focus here to the west, where our tiny balcony overlooks the sunset and the Austin skyline. Lovely.
We’re pretty much all moved in now — boxes are unpacked, cookbooks are organized by color, and multiple drop-off trips to Goodwill have been made. So here we sit in our tiny new condo, reveling in the fact that outside our door, our beautiful Austin awaits. May we never take it for granted again.
This is what Little thought about the moving-in process. She’s never done this, but she hid under the covers for three days, until she was sure all was safe. Sweet, sweet kitty!