If any of you know me well at all, and, let’s face it, only like 3 people reading this thing really know me…
Where was I? Okay, if you know me at all you know that I have a borderline inappropriate love for Austin. Texas, not the character from Days of Our Lives. You know that because I may have mentioned 1 or 357 times that I would live in Austin again in a heartbeat and how it’s the coolest city in the country and all other cities wish they were as cool and how the food there is heaven on a plate and the people are cool and funky and laid back and how it’s scenic and like a sweet potato wrapped in a vintage coat stuck in a pair of the most fabulous (yet comfortable) shoes you’ve ever seen. In other words, the trifecta of all things good.
But, if you don’t know me and this is the first you’ve heard of my city stalking, then grab your Snuggie and settle in, because it’s sure to come up again on this blog.
I think my pining is partly because it really is THAT awesome of a city and partly because when I did live there for a few years I was, oh how do we say, occupying more space than I do now. As such, I feel I was robbed of experiencing all it has to offer and can appreciate that now. If any of you have ever been overweight – not like PMS bloat fat or I had a piece of cake last night fat – then you may know that while you can name all the restaurants in town, you may also be able to count on one hand the times you felt fabulous enough to mix with the beautiful people.
But that was 40 pounds ago, so now, as one of the beautiful people (settle down…I’m kidding. I’m more incredibly adorable than beautiful.) I think I deserve to move back and buy one of these houses. Is that asking too much? I mean, 40 pounds is a lot, ya’ll.
I also deserve one of those airplane oxygen mask thingies to fall out the ceiling above my desk right now because I’m about to cold pass out. These houses? In Austin? Just. Stop.
photos courtesy of DCA Architects. Or, as I like to call them, "Clever Little Debbil Monkeys."
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