Floggers

Fake Bloggers. I'm gonna be bold and go ahead and address the issue.

What is up with people starting blogs and not keeping up with them??

I am not down with this...

# 499

Since writing 'One time I had a house', my storage unit has been on my mind more than usual. I have this constant fear that one day I'll go back to get my stuff and the unit will just be empty. This may or may not be largely due to a craiglist post I saw while looking for furniture for free storage units and everything inside of them; renters neglected to pay their monthly rent and thus the rental place is craigslisting their belongings. : Yikes. My sweet red couch going to a random stranger?!? That hurts me to think about...

With all this going through my head, I held my breath as I drove to visit my storage unit in Austin. The first time I've seen it since I packed it in August.

'Will my stuff still be there?'

'Will I see some random craigslister hauling my bed, wearing my clothes or lounging on the sofa from my recently auctioned unit??'

Nope. I won't. Because everything was still there; exactly how I left it (plus a couple minor spider webs, but they don't phase me.) Praise God. My mind can rest assured.

While at my unit, however, I was able to admire, once again, the stellar packing job (which could never have been done with Georgeanne, Lane and Bobby; so thankful for them!) and just have to document/brag about it.

Five feet wide and seven feet deep filled to the brim. Insane.

I'm guessing Allison's laughing at me right now. I know she is. She knows how much I love packing things (i.e. boxes, suitcases, etc.); finding the perfect item to fill the perfect space is so rewarding, like hearing dirt sucked up a vacuum (OR I just have too much time on my hands!) But to be able to pack that box on a scale times 10, was AWESOME. Well, awesome for the first hour or so, the next 6 were not so awesome. I'll be sticking to suitcases for now, and sleeping sound knowing #499 has not hit Craigslist yet.

You can take the girl out of Texas...

But you can't take Texas out of the girl.

Wednesday night I headed back to Texas for a weekend in Austin. Due to story overload, rather than one REALLY long post, the next four posts document my visit; one day at a time.

Back to the Homeland

Each visit back is different. People are changing and moving on; it's so neat to witness friendships not ending, but adjusting and continuing. I love that.

Before I even know it, I'm on the plane heading back already. The visits always fly by so fast. I can only do so much, see so many people. I always leave feeling like, 'If I just had one more day...' But it will have to wait until next time.


I miss so many things about Austin. I love that city. It's definitely a one-of-a-kind. Lakes, rivers, happy hours, restaurants, friends, tree huggers, awesome homeless people, sno-beach, UT, the list is endless of things I love. But unfortunately it's missing one huge thing that the northeast coast has...


my family.


They're the best and being within driving distance of them has been so great. I'm blessed to have a place to call home. But how did I get so lucky to have two places to call home and wonderful people that fill each place? :)

Lastly, thank you to the man from New Jersey who hijacked an airport wheelchair in Dallas and gave me a ride to our terminal change about a mile away from our original terminal; I wouldn't have made it without you. And I got a good laugh. First wheelchair ride with a random stranger? Check.