When I saw the Brooklyn Bridge in my rearview mirror, it sank in that I wouldn’t be seeing that everyday through the window seat on the Q train anymore as I had for the last 5 years. The place we called home, where we established so many wonderful friendships and had gotten comfortable with for 5 years was about to be replaced with a new and very different kind of life.
A few days later, we arrived in the driveway of our new home in a place that felt a bit foreign to me. At that moment, everything changed.
As much as I miss our friends and the plethora of places to go and things to do in New York, I have never felt so much at home than I have in a place that, after 5 months, is still a bit foreign. When I land on the tarmac from those short trips away, I no longer wonder how long the taxi line will be but rather am overcome with the excitement that I’m home.
The beauty and uniqueness of Austin has been enough to erase any yearning for a place that has too much of everything because home has just enough.
This weekend, we hiked up to Mount Bonnell. The view is breathtaking and was another side of Austin that I’ve never seen which only makes this place so much more amazing.