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1700 Miles to Austin – Part 10 – Zoom, Zoom

After long hours of Internet searches, sleazy salespeople and confusing words like “residuals”, Jamie and I have a rocking new ride. Zim Zimma, who got the keys to my Mazda. Hmmm. Doesn’t quite work, does it.

Quickie post but we love our new Mazda 3 and the lovely people at Roger Beasley for making the process easy and painless! One step closer to Texas integration.


A car in our reserved car port spot. This keeps getting more and more surreal.




Ming seems dubious about the new purchase.


Eeeh, he's warmed up to it.


Danglin' the keys, holding a phone and controlling a leash. Thrownme a flaming sword to juggle and I'm all set.


Jamie vouging in the new whip. Do they say whip anymore?

1700 Miles to Austin – Part 9 – Arrival and the Apartment

At 1:30 CST Saturday, it will be exactly four days since we first pulled up to The Cliffs at Barton Creek in the Big Bad Budget.  Four days since we signed and initialed fifty times on a new lease.  Four days since eighty boxes, fifteen pieces of furniture and a fuzzy dog got packed into #7212.

It still hasn’t sunk in yet.

Well, maybe a little.  A quick moment when Scott and Marie, like unloading robots, helped us heft an entire truck’s worth of stuff into our apartment.  No joke, we completed the schlep in about an hour and a half.  The reality wormed its way in as we began to methodically and painfully unpack box after box.  When we spent five hours at a Toyota dealership getting every sales trick known to man thrown at us, I rediscovered my hatred for car shopping.  All we wanted was a lease price on a damn Corolla.

Like all things strange, it’s dawning on me in fragments.  It’s in the tangled web of highways, US routes and fly overs surrounding Austin.  Frontage roads and freeway loops.  The dichotomy of sprawling plains and massive sky chocked with two million commuters.  The differences hit when I’m standing in the midst of a giant Walmart, looking out on an ocean of electronics, discount food stuffs and Taylor Swift jean shorts.  The shock of a massive H.E.B. replacing New York’s Gristedes, Dagastinos and Food Emporium.  It’s not like I didn’t grow up with Target Super Stores in Jersey.  I didn’t expect I’d be back to them so soon.

The apartment itself is a mixed bag of strangeness and open bliss.  I’m typing this from my office, a place where I can close a door and enjoy separated silence to work, write and dream.  It’s all a big tradeoff.  Swap the ability to walk ‘round the corner to grab breakfast for a bedroom of size and space.  The place is lovely and we’re halfway done unpacking, but it doesn’t feel quite like home just yet.

Despite the newness, the little things are what bring me back to a place of comfort and familiarity.  Mr. Ming running around squeaking the toy we bought him in Memphis.  Jamie watching a Bones marathon on her iPad.  The familiar clickity clack of my keyboard as I spew these words onto a Word doc.  Mom laughing at over the phone stories of scumbag car salesmen.  Emotionally recognizable elements shortening the distance.  The space between Point A and Point B reduced to null.  All things equal.

In the end the cliché holds true, no matter how many times you say it.  Home isn’t the roof over your head, your seventies modern décor or the numbers in your zip code.  It’s the people you choose to fill those walls with.  Even if they’re 1700 miles away.


NOTE:  For those looking for pictures of the new apartment, there are none.  Not until we get everything in and everything up.  Could take a few weeks, but I’d rather present the apartment as we want it to be as opposed to pics of how we found it.  Besides, it’s not home until we make it so.  Once done, there will be a whole multimedia presentation.  Pics, videos, the whole schmear.  Mmmm.  Bagels with lox and schmear.  Talk about things I’m going to miss…

1700 Miles To Austin – Part 5 – The Less Than Two Weeks Panic

Note: Many of these posts will be hammered out on the road in short style fashion. Please forgive the potential brevity, lack of entertaining images and dubious punctuation.


You’re never quite sure when the second shoe drops.

The footwear fell when Jamie and I spent a afternoon pulling DVD cases and whatnot off the walls of old 490.  Sitting with the growing stacks of boxes and packing material, the apartment, for the first time in almost four years, felt emptier.  Like it was when I first moved in with little more than toys, goalie equipment and boxes of unopened kitchen stuff from IKEA.

My thoughts drifted back to those days of uncertainty.  Alone for the first time in my life.  The days turned to months and as the clock swung circular, New York became my home.  With my new found freedom, I made new friends, found the love of my life and made my share of mistakes.  With all of New York’s opportunities, it’s still an emotionally dangerous place.  A place where nobody drives and cabs are the norm, it’s easy to get trapped sipping whiskey at 3 AM on a Tuesday.  New York doesn’t love a drunk.  It ignores them and lets them be.

But now we’re leaving, headed for the security and safety of the Austin outskirts.  When visiting, I told myself to not compare it to New York.  Nothing’s New York, for better and for worse.  And Austin is super cool.  Trendy, weird and diverse, Austin is about as close to a Texas Williamsburg as you can get.  Again, for better and for worse.

But there’s something strange about retreating to the living style of my Jersey up-bringing.  Compared to the constant energy and temptation of New York, Austin is safe.  Almost serene.  My fear turned to losing the forward thrust generated by eight million people pushing towards a personal goal.  Waves of humanity crashing against the shores of the East River.  Fail to move with them, and you risk getting swept away.

So is that what were doing?  Escaping the tide because we can’t deal with the undertow?  Even the word suburban indicates something inferior.  Broken down, it reads “sub urban” as if to say, “Oh, you couldn’t hack it in the big city?  Well come on down to the sub urban.  It’s safe and easy down here.”  The prospect of working from home and a quiet place to write is wonderful but my fear became one of inspiration.  What good is a home office when you run out of things to write about.

I knew this would happen.  The eventual, “Holy shit, we’re moving to Austin” freak out I alluded to in my first post.  But time and thought has helped quell the anxiety.  Moving to Austin isn’t going to stifle my storytelling.  It’ll give it a place to breathe.  Open expanse where my mind can swell and dream.  A tighter community of artists with whom I can network and learn.  A place where my girlfriend can smash the shackles of her current career and grow.  Every time I imagine Jamie walking through the door around 6:00 with a smile on her face, the sacrifices instantly become worthwhile.  Chill out, brain.  We’ll make it work here.

When big changes come to town, the second shoe has to drop at some point.  It’s inevitable.  But when the footwear stops wobbling and rests next to its partner, things always settle down.  So long as you learn from the madness, the panic is more than worthwhile.

1700 Miles to Austin – Part 3 – The Route

Whilst reading this post, listen to the above tune.  The energy of our cross country trip is perfectly captured by the great Ben Gibbard.


Hotels?  Check.

Truck friendly highways?  Check.

Enough road snacks to satiate a small colony?  Maybe.

Overall Map

Above is a Microsoft Paint cropped map of our long anticipated journey to Austin, Texas.  At first glance, our route looks like a diagonal Fruit Ninja slash through the belly of Southeast America.  1700 miles of highways, rest stops and the occasional cactus.  The trip will be a grand opportunity to discover places we’d never visit otherwise, all in the cab of a sixteen foot truck with questionable gas mileage.  Drive through dining will not be an option.  Below is the step by step tour of the trip.

August 15th: Separation

A to B

After spending the day packing up the vehicle, we’ll be in no shape for long distance traveling.  The goal for Thursday evening is to get a head start on the trip and crash out in Pottstown, PA.  We were aiming for Billy Joel’s Allentown, but due to a lack of truck parking and an inexplicable “no dog” policy, we opted for a town about 40 miles out.  According to the kindly gentleman at the front desk, there’s a steakhouse across the street and a variety of fast food joints in the area.  Over the lips and through the gums, look out stomach, here it comes.  Adventures in on the road eating.

August 16th:  Driving

B to C

The goal for Friday is to drive.  And drive.  And drive.  By far our longest day, the 600 miles between Pottstown and Newport, Tennessee will be a vehicular marathon.  While we wanted to end up in the hippie town of Asheville, North Carolina, the same issues of dog friendliness and available parking reared their ugly head.  You’re lucky you’re so darn cute, Ming…

August 17th:  Touring

C to D

After a breakneck day of highways and byways, Saturday will be a more relaxing affair.  Once we shove some groceries down our neck, we’ll head out on a three hour blast to Nashville.  There, we’ll do a bit of touring, have lunch and check out the scene.  From there is a four hour trip to Memphis where we’ll pack up the pup in the hotel and have dinner / drinks in the border bound city.  My Spidey Sense tells me we’ll be rather thirsty following a day on the road.

August 18th:  Texas

D to E

Sunday Funday will start off with a sleep in / sleep off followed by a quick two hour jaunt to Little Rock, Arkansas.  Lunch and then back on the road to the Lone Star State.  A scant five hour drive will take us into Palestine, Texas, a tiny town smack between Houston and Dallas.  Palestine is the home of Jamie’s mom and stepdad.  Familiar faces and relaxing sleep in a non-hotel bed will be most welcome.

August 19th:  Family

Monday will be spent relaxing in Palestine.  A day of noodling about, picking up needed Austin items and antiquing, all in preparation for…

August 20th:  Austin

E to F

Today’s the day we arrive in our new home.  Four hours from Palestine, we plan to arrive at our new place around noon where Jamie’s dad will help us unpack everything we own into the apartment.  A long day after a long trip, this marks the end of the journey and the beginning of our new lives in Austin.  Can’t wait to take the trek and see what random fun awaits.