Lipscomb Street

Five and a half weeks ago my husband (Mike) and I moved from a small town in Georgia to the great state of Texas. Let me describe the past few weeks: 

cardboard boxes

fast food

heavy lifting

a constant messy bun

tired tears

and a few more cardboard boxes

This week things have finally settled down a bit. My husband and I are breathing and looking around at where we are. It is pretty exciting, and pretty new, and it's all alright. 

We have settled in a small, 1930s apartment on Lipscomb Street. So far we have met a few of our neighbors, Roy the maintenance man, and a small fluffy kitten who lives across the street (Mike saved him from a tree twice...we are beginning to feel he gets stuck on purpose). The walls in our apartment are painted a beautiful shade of grey that changes with the light. We are growing accustomed to the sounds outside... the dog across the street, the train, and the kids playing at the boys and girls club beside us. All these things are beginning to charm us. I have a feeling we will really like it here. 

Lipscomb Street is certainly different than anywhere I have ever lived in my whole life. This move marks a new phase for us, and I am excited to see who we will become, what we will see, what we will do, what will inspire us, and what we will experience. I hope to share some of these things with you.