So here we are, all settled into our new home in Texas.
Okay, not really. The dining room is one big pile of boxes, and we’re still pulling things out of storage, one pick-up truck load at a time.
But we are here.
A few months ago, I wrote about how we were planning to live in our camper for a while while we looked for something more long-term.
In my mind, I was thinking we’d probably be there at least six months.
It turned out, we were barely there for six days.
So here we are, in a beautiful old Victorian house with more room than we’ve ever had before.
The only drawback is, it’s in town. Granted, you can walk from one end of this town to the other without breaking a sweat, and we see horses carrying their riders down the road in front of our house with regularity.
I’m actually enjoying the experience of living in a small town. Everybody knows us – even though we don’t know them.
If I happen to meet someone at the park, or the grocery store (which we only visit in “emergency” situations since small town grocery store = yikes!), they always say something like “oh, are you the people that moved into that house on Swan? You’re kids are sure cute!” (whereupon I give them a suspicious look, and they tell me they saw the kids out playing in our yard).
My favorite thing about his new house? The entryway and staircase.
I just love having a stair case! It’s all kinds of fun to decorate for Christmas. 🙂
My least favorite thing is the distance between the kitchen and the living room, and the way the kitchen itself is set up with no drawers at all.
Living in (on the edge really) of town does present the problem that we have to drive out to the farm to do chores, which means that we’re doing our best to streamline and minimize our daily chore load. It also means that we probably won’t be getting a milk goat or cow any time soon. But that’s okay.
I’m looking forward to seeing how things play out – and how much produce we can grow in a town lot sized garden!