




This will be our new home for a while until we can break into owning property again :).
The crazy journey of one surfer, one floral designer and two cats who are moving to New Zealand.



It's Christmas- what a weird feeling for it to be summer! Not that the temperature is much different from home right now ;). So here's some images of Kyle's ridiculously sporty car. I really do still squeal when we round the clifftop corners in it. Also, there's a shot of the *double* rainbow (hard to tell in the bad pic) that we saw the other day- it was a full horizon to horizon 180 deg. circle with another one to the left of it. Still looking for the pot of gold, unfortunately.









After many blurry days of packing, and one last late-night session, we finally got everything into boxes (well, almost everything, looks like we'll be sending ourselves an extra box of pool cues, a forgotten pot and various other odd items). Joanne and Nolan helped us more than they know with inventory and breakdown of Ikea furniture. Lack of sleep due to cats and anxiety, waaaay too much coffee, and too many meals of greasy "comfort" food left us both feeling queasy this morning. I kind of stared off into space while 3 very nice moving dudes sealed our boxes and wrapped up furniture with what looked like huge paper diapers. Luckily they didn't have to *repack* all the things we had already packed, so it didn't take that long. Then we ate some more, and crashed out on our twin mattresses in a house that seems achingly empty. A cold front arrived last night, so it really feels like winter and the holidays around here. Visiting Julie, Phil and Cooper's warm and lively house tonight made us realize just how much we're going to miss little Cooper growing up.
Well, we've started to make the rounds of all our favorite places (and people). My heart was filled with joy at a visit from my bestest friend Lauren. We had a few hours to visit some Austin institutions- Azul, Uncommon Objects, P&K grocery (pictured above, right before we devoured an amazing hot dog and lemonade feast), the Art Building at UT where we spent many a torturous hour. Visiting all these places with Lala, who's lived in Boston for several years now, makes me realize that 'you never step in the same river twice' as they say. All the places are changing, or maybe it's us that has changed, and while Uncommon Objects once felt like home to me, I now feel very much removed from it like it wasn't me at all that sold antiques there. Tim and Lauren have changed, too, traveling all over the world, influencing the architecture of China and Brazil, managing photo shoots in New York and beyond... We are becoming adults, making a mark. So far from the wide-eyed, caffeine-infused kids who sat in a New Orleans coffee shop trembling with excitement about taking on the world.




So we decided to take another trip down to Port Aransas since the surf was 'epic' as they say. The whole trip was really wonderful, one of those rare times in life when everything seems somewhat magical. On the trip down, we drove through a snowstorm of butterflies. Not just a few times, but almost the *whole* way. As we walked out on the pier that night they landed on our hands and heads, and fluttered softly past as we walked in the misty dusk. We stayed at the Tarpon Inn, an ancient and cool former Civil War barracks, and walked to dinner across the street (grilled scallops and salad with blue cheese and sundried tomatoes, yum). Our room had no TV, and extra soft and fluffy bedding on a 1700's wood bed. It seemed luxurious to just lay there and read the new copy of Dwell. The next morning at 7, we headed to the beach and it was littered with the dying bodies of countless flutterbies. In vain I picked a few off the wet sand to 'set them free' in the wind, until I realized that their time on earth was almost over.
Wow! What a difference a day makes! Joanne and Nolan helped get the bathroom tile in (still waiting to put the little glass tiles in the band- we've got a pro-tiler friend who's stopping by later to do that tricky bit). And the hearth is done. Looks so holiday-like with all the lit candles that I'm getting nostalgic already for the big American holiday season. Too bad we'll miss Christmas here :).



Lots has been happening this week. We demo'd the bathroom and built a new storage and laundry area. Got the tub all buffed out (looks like new!), the new window in (second one, first one was ordered wrong, then broke) and the new hardibacker in place for tile. Some of the walls have been prepped for texture, which is the next step (Kyle dry sanded the walls, which coated everything with an inch of dust, including his eyebrows and hair- now I know what he'll look like at 70 :) I think we'll be wet sanding the remaining ones).
This week has basically been a Groundhog Day (movie with Bill Murray) of last week- more kitchen work, more surfing. We headed down to Port A with our friend Tim to catch some more waves. While there we stuffed ourselves with crab-stuffed flounder, made some wonderful new friends (Joe and Jill), and generally wore ourselves out with surf and sun. Wow, imagine if life could be like this all the time- oh, wait, we're not actually working right now. Spending 8 hours a day at a job really cuts down on this type of activity.