So, the bad news is that I'm totally addicted to caffeine again.
The way this happened was that I went to yoga teacher training, which was just...almost beyond description. More about that soon.
So then I got home on a Sunday night. Monday: I started teaching yoga, Tuesday: my husband closed the deal on the sale of his company which meant that he is unemployed and we are moving back to Austin, Wednesday: my parents arrived for a ten day visit.
It was either coffee or heroin.
No, I'm kidding. (Well, not about the coffee. That part was real.)
But all of the other stuff was just a set-up to deliver the real news, which is that, after five years in New York, the Coopers are moving back to Austin, Texas.
As you might imagine, emotions are running high, and in my case, conflicted. Coop is ready to move back--his business network is there, his beloved cycling group is there, his brother is there and he does better than anyone in the climate there. He's NOT a cold weather person.
Kath doesn't want to move. She would have had to change schools anyway, because her school only goes through ninth grade, but she is really grieving leaving her School of Rock community here. Plus, she hates the heat. And also, she's fifteen. Fifteen is hard, no matter what, but especially moving.
Jane (12) thinks we should have done this a LONG time ago. In fact, why did we make her move in the first place? And oh, can we buy our old house on our old street so she can run down to her best friend's house at a whim?
As for me, I'm all over the map. The Austin we left is not the same Austin welcoming us back. I went last month for a flying visit to house hunt and heard someone HONK in traffic. (I almost got out of my car to see who it was.) And oh, the house hunt! The market in Austin is so hot that we are trying to discover properties before they even go on the market. (Luckily, our realtor is a genius at this.) Something like 80 people PER DAY are moving to Austin. It's crazy.
But, you know, I'm not remotely the same person I was when I left Austin, either. I've had this very devastating experience with chronic pain, and then a total transformation through yoga. When I left Austin, I was kind of a party girl --I was your go-to girlfriend when you needed to sit down and have a glass of wine. Now I'm a tee-totaling, vegan yogi. I'm your go-to girl when you need to drink a green juice and talk about the Yoga Sutras.
So, anyway, that's the big news. I know I haven't written in a while, even though I have so much to tell you. But Coop asked me to keep things quiet until he had wrapped up a number of work-related issues and I kind of felt like the news was burning a hole in my pocket. Like, if I talked about other things, I was HIDING the real news. (Look, I don't make the rules in my twisted little brain. I just report them.)
I'll keep you posted on the struggle to give up the coffee. I know what you're going to say about how a little coffee never hurt anyone, but y'all, when I drink it, I can hear my pulse IN MY EARS. This makes it hard to hear the still small voice.
Let me know if you hear of a house for sale in Austin in the Rollingwood area, preferably before it goes on the market!