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!
So we moved to Greenville, SC for a year. We did it for my job, because I wanted to be all-in, to not be the only remote person in the company, to be close to my CEO as we built the company from scratch. And so we built a company, and it turns out that it’s mostly remote, and so it would be totally fine for me to work from Austin. And so we’re moving back.
I do not regret moving to SC. We also had a short stint in Boston about 10 years ago, and I don’t regret that, either. In SC, I have gained new friends, seen the start of what promises to be an amazing food culture, lived in a fantastic loft with 20-foot ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows, and actually had a real autumn, with crisp air and gold and red leaves.
Now that we’re moving back, I am feeling so emotional and attached to Greenville. It’s hard to leave, and yet I know it’s the right thing for us. The truth is, we have been heartbroken and homesick for a year, and to soothe that, we have become homebodies who cling together and only venture out to feed those few connections we have made, with industry and work friends.
I am ready to be back in a place where I feel known; where I have seen the city change around me; where I am surrounded by like-minded people of every color and gender and religion; where my family is a short drive away. In ATX, someone there knows that I like my cocktail onion on a toothpick in my Gibson; someone there knows that I used to write books and manage chef events and cook for a living; someone there was present when I turned 30 and when I turned 40; someone there was in the audience at my first book signing, witnessed my first drunken New Year’s Eve, celebrated my 10th anniversary, knows my middle name. All different people, all important in my life. I can’t wait to get back to them.
Thank you, Greenville, for welcoming me as best as you could, for teaching me what is most important in my life, and for bringing me new friends, and a new home away from home. I’ll be back very soon.
We have a new-ish bar/cafe in our hood, and we’ve been there approximately 732 times since it opened this spring. Of those 732 times, I have ordered the same cocktail (the Chili Parlor) 732 times. (Do you like rum, lime, and pineapple? Do you like it a little spicy? You’re gonna love the Chili Parlor!)
Remember my lovely teenage niece, Kourtney? Yeah, she grew up. And she got married, and she had a baby, who turned out to be the most amazing, gorgeous little gal I know. Let’s refer to her as BG.
Here they are, in all their cute glory:
Here’s BG, with her insane pigtails:
Here she is in her insanely cute dress:
Here they are, falling asleep in the back of the boat this past weekend:
How does time fly by so quickly? How does your baby niece grow up and have a baby before you know it? How does your baby grand-niece get old enough to call you “Tía,” just like her mama did, so that when you hear it your heart explodes?