Relocation! What?
It’s been a year and half since my husband’s boss popped the
relocation question. We were living in
Austin, Texas; where we had lived for the past twenty-four years in various
homes, neighborhoods, and areas of town.
Arriving in Austin one year after our wedding it became home; the place
we began our life together, and had our son.
Time moves on, and people and places change. Nearly three years, Mr. GDC
had been commuting; spending a few days a week in Houston, and few days at home.
Hotel bills, dinners and fuel receipts lined his expense reports. Eventually, Mr. GDC’s Boss Man asked us to
consider a move to Houston, and with that our adventure began.
Looking about Houston several weekends in a row for a home,
we found ourselves frustrated. Our home in Austin under contract, we were under pressure. Tired and stressed we needed a break. We drove south to Galveston in search of
dinner. It was a detour, an hour and
half out of our way. And yet there we were sitting at Fisherman’s Wharf, a
popular seafood restaurant, on the bay side of Galveston Island. Over our fabulously fried shrimp,
we watched a cruise ship back up. We couldn't help laughing. Have you ever seen a cruise ship back up? I
had never considered they had a reverse? I had never been this close to a cruise ship! We
watched the ship portals slowly pass our window, one by one. Our stress level fell; great food, an interesting place, we were lost in conversation. We wandered; why
not here? With that simple revelation the search for our next home turned from
Houston to Galveston, and the brightly colored Victorian Cottages lining the
street sides –
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