It's Buda-ful here

Tuesday morning I went down to the parking garage before dawn with Kim and she sat on the tailgate to weight down the truck as we drove back out of the parking garage without destroying an overhead pipe.  With the truck secured I went to the Admin Offices in Mueller park for my day of operational reviews and Kim tried to go back to bed without waking the kids.  

There's literally never and easy day, but I get off early enough to go see our place in Buda before dark.  When I arrive it's dusk and Amelia and Henry are on their own.  The Barndo is straight out of a magazine.  Set in a field of lavender, the 2b/2b barn had a main open kitchen/dining/living area with floor to ceiling windows all around.  The two bedrooms had everything you could want or need...the owners were so meticulous.  

It was only a 5min drive from the south hospital, but far enough out to really feel lost.  Kim ran out for groceries so I sat there on the porch with Hannah running free and slowed my breathing for the first time in quite a while.  

This "Extended Staycation" we've embarked on has been a veritable buffet of housing options.  The dream of living on Franklin Dr. in San Marcos hasn't slipped away, but the whole search for anything at all has stalled and, regrettably, given space for alternate ideas. 

We lost the bid on the Thousand Oaks "fixer upper", but I've not lost the sense of wanting to live on property, in peace connected to nature.  Kim showed up a hero with a six-pack of beers and we sipped, played Uno and relaxed in the cool air.  Later in the week Andrew came by with Jordan and we all watched the sunset over the hill country from a bluff on onion creek.  I could get used to this...

Home in Austin...for a Minute

Houston just vibrates differently.  My old buddy Ryan told me he could always tell when he was close to Houston because everybody on the freeway would collectively accelerate to 80mph and start shifting lanes.  It's the true melting pot of Texas, built on industry and over the last 20yrs has made significant investments in parks and quality of life.  

When I'm home in Houston I vibrate differently.

After working remotely from the front room at Liz's, I closed up shop and we started to pack.  Before leaving we all went downtown to drop off my Niece Jordan at the Houston Ballet and walked around Market Square, my favorite place downtown (La Carafe, Scotch at Charity Bar, Critical Mass, Liz/DK's wedding and my favorite birthday bike ride to Market Square Grill).  We all grabbed a slice at Frank's, then said our goodbyes down by the Buffalo Bayou.  I pointed the truck West and we headed home to the hill country. 

Our stay in Buda didn't start until Tuesday so we needed a place to crash.  I had an early morning meeting in downtown Austin so we booked a suite at the Holiday Inn Express "near campus" as Kim put it.  "Near campus" turned out to be a block from the ARCH, a particularly rough part of town. 

After checking in we drove into the parking garage and the canoe on the truck just happened to be about 1" too high.  We moved the boat to the back rack and cleared the garage safety bar by about a quarter inch.  I figured they set those things a couple inches low to be safe.  They do not.  I hoped they would have parking on the first floor.  They did not.  

We made it down to the 3rd floor slowly, scraping the ceiling as the angle of the truck changed going down the ramps.  As I unloaded the truck the kids were literally standing everywhere I needed to be and when I made them stand aside they started wrestling, Henry got popped in the mouth (accident) and started bleeding.  Wounded, tired, adrift...we took the elevator up to our room.

Prologue:  I popped out for a bottle of wine from a corner store a few blocks away.  Downtown Austin is beautiful and mostly quiet at night.  I had the late night traffic on I-35 at my back and the muffled cacophony of 6th street two blocks to my left as I wove my way through homeless campsites.  I made my way past the federal building where LBJ kept an office during and after his presidency, past the Omni to a corner store right around the corner from the Bike Austin office near the capitol.  

As I walked the same route back, a bottle of wine in hand, I thought of all the great memories literally everywhere I turn.  I was making good pace back up the hill and excited about a glass of wine and crappy cable TV when a homeless man noticed me, stopped peeing long enough to expose himself and give me the finger. 

We are living in chaos right now.  I keep thinking to myself, "This isn't normal..."  It's hard and exhausting but we are living out of principle, breaking through every obstacle because it's not "if" we will get where we are going, it's "how" we will do it.  In all this chaos, I genuinely believe that years down the road (possibly after a bit of therapy), I'll walk past 8th and Neches I'll laugh and retell a few stories from our big float. 

Floating Further Out

 Our time at the big pink house came to a close on Friday and we took my sister up on an offer to come stay with her in Houston.  The idea was to check out in the morning, I would work from the hospital while Kim spent the day taking kids to class and well...floating until I got off work. 

There have been very few houses coming online in San Marcos and all of them have 1-2 dealbreakers.  Too small, too expensive, too close the I-35.  That literally sums up the three houses that came online, so we started to look farther afield and that's how I came across the A-frame.

I was hooked on the description of the place.  "The patriarch of the Patterson family had traveled the world but said his favorite place on earth was the corner of the deck overlooking the beautiful oaks of the Texas Hill Country. For four generations, this home made forever memories for the Pattersons."   It needed a lot of work of course, but to me that just means there's more value on the flip side. The big downside was it was so far out west and I wasn't sure if that was too far to drive. 

We got all worked up on Friday and decided to delay our trip to Houston by a day so we could go to the open house.  Erik once again let us crash with him in East Austin.

Before we even got to the property I knew it was too far out.  Too far to drive to the hospital.  Too far to drive to the airport for PatternShifts.  Too far to drive to the bloody grocery store.  The place was awesome with three huge bedrooms, two workshops and a garage apartment.  The Guadalupe river was less than a mile away!  But our search afar had met it's limit. 

We drove straight from the lake to Houston and were greeted with the usual smorgasbord from Liz and a chiminea fire from DK.  Sunday was an easy day relaxing at the house.  Kim and I got to break away to eat the world famous Tommy's tacos (my all time favorite), the kids played in the park.  That afternoon we went down to Discovery Green to let the kids run wild and grab some specialty foods from Phoenicia, and that evening we set up the big screen in the yard and watched The Dirtbike Kid.  The days spent with the Kilgores are always full of adventure. 

I worked from Houston on Monday and Kim booked our next spot in Buda, TX.  

Alright, already, we'll all float on

No, don't you worry, we'll all float on 

Alright, already, we'll all float on 

Alright,don't worry, we'll all float on...

Trial Run in San Marcos

We asked for two weeks with Erik and we wanted to honor it lest we wear our welcome.  So we packed our things and moved into an Airbnb in the heart of San Marcos for the week. 

What we ultimately dubbed "The Pink House" is a two story historic house two blocks from the Square in San Marcos, and we stayed in the two bedroom apartment on the upper floor.  The owner did an excellent job decorating in style embracing a midcentury modern theme, and it even had an old clawfoot bathtub...something I look for as we house hunt.  

Even though we are in a smaller town, our wrap around windows overlooked one of the busiest streets in San Marcos so it had a city feel.  Everything was within walking distance, including an HEB and Zelick's, a new favorite pub.  

Due to the tight space, I went into the hospitals on days the kids weren't with their homeschool groups so that Kim didn't have to spend the entire day keeping voices down.  It's November and temps are cooling, but it didn't stop us from walking down to the river each night for a swim.  The kids are impervious to cold, but my hands were numb by the fourth or fifth float.  

It was great to be "right in the guts of town" as my old Aussie coworker would say.  We had a better lay of the land but it doesn't matter much, because there are now new houses on the market.

We start the week with our heads down, trying our best not to scan Realtor.com.  By Thursday we are glued to the app hoping somebody will list.  Friday just know there will be a house coming on the market but they don't, Saturday all hope is lost and we start again Monday.  

There is always an end state...I just don't know how we'll get there.

Temporary Reprieve in the Old 'Hood

We left the neighborhood in such a hurry to go say goodbye to Nathan, that we never said goodbye to our neighbors...

We are leaving Austin with a heavy heart, taking a gamble on a new community to lock in our financial future.  I loved the house (although a little small), but I loved the neighborhood more than anything.  People always complain that things aren't like the 50s anymore, but it was alive and well in our little half-moon community.  Kids ran from house to house all week, BBQs every weekend and holiday, neighbors looking out for each other in major storms and block parties.  It is such an idillic place.

But as I've said before, it was a place we could buy, but not afford if ever I lost my job.  The pandemic made me realize it was a house of cards that would too easily fall.  I'll always work, and have always made a comfortable income since I was a kid...but to be a true libertarian, free to make my own decisions independent of how it would impact my income, we needed to be completely in control of the assets that are core to us functioning (house, cars, emergency fund).  

While we are confident in our decision to move, we miss our neighborhood dearly.  Halloween was our first chance to go back to the old neighborhood and say goodbye.  It was perfect timing because all of our neighbors were out and we got to update everybody on how things were going.  

Hellen and Alisa were posted up in the driveway drinking wine and getting excited about all of the costumes, George and Tia Rosie were out with a table, AJ and Caroline were in their driveway for their second year (time flies) and Sam had a big ol' party in the driveway.  The Lindbergs had better costumes than their kids, with Lisa as a Go Go Dancer and Dave in a full Batman costume. 

After trick-or-treating, the kids went to the Lindbergs to watch a scary movie in the garage while we all drank beers and had a great time in Sam's driveway with Tejano music blaring. 

In the midst of all the craziness in our lives, it was so good to ignore it for an evening and spend time with so many friends.  I really hope we can recreate this when we land, but it's a tall order. 

That night the kids counted their candy and fought over who got more.  We all went to bed in strange beds, and I slept restlessly knowing our we would get back to our great staycation in the morning.

Offer #1 - Thousand Oaks

 A couple properties came up that weren't what we set out for, but with a bit of reframing, they could be viable.  

The first was a small place on the backside of town.  The street was trashed, the house was very small and backed up to a church (guaranteeing parking lot lights 24/7).  It was a "hard no", but it felt good to finally look at a place.

The second was a pretty run down property on 6 acres of land and I thought I might be up for a fixer upper.  

The location was just 7 min from Aquarena Springs on a two lane winding road through ranches and horse farms.  It was stunning.  The neighborhood was much like the Olden's old place in Montgomery Trace, with multi-acre plots and houses set back in the woods.  

When we pulled in, I had already decided I wanted to make a bid.  The people were home and very kind to us as we poked around through the house.  It needed significant work.  We would have to take it down to the studs in most cases but the layout was good.  

The property also had a 20x20 outbuilding (office for me!) with a kitchen and drywall and there was an additional 10x20 barn as well.  

We walked the property and Hannah and I went all the way to the back fence.  The Blanco flood plain was behind the property, so there was another but woods between us and the Blanco river.  I stood out there in total silence and let the potential wash over me.  

We said thank you to the owners and quietly got into the truck and drove back down through the ranches and horse farms in silence. 

I kicked it off and instead of asking "How much will we offer?", I gauged the silence and realized a mutiny was at hand.  I made a strong case based for the potential of the property:  Proximity to San Marcos, LAND, an office and future development ideas (ex. Airbnb, capital gains on sale in 5yrs) were a few.

Kim felt it was a money pit, claimed I was not as handy as I think I am (bullshit) and didn't have the desire for a project.   But what really resonated was her desire for close community.  She didn't want to be out in the country all by herself while I travelled.  She wants neighbors to rely on and BBQ with, people who will look out for our kids as they get into mischief.  

I mentally added this to the list of "must-haves" and we decided not to offer. 

But I couldn't shake the potential, and on my drive home the next day I called Kim up and asked her to trust me.  We can't afford our dream house right now, so we need something we can flip in 5yrs that will get us there and this property was the vehicle for that.

The offer was for $335k cash ($10k over) and we asked that all of the junk on the property be removed and that they have the motorhome convey if they couldn't remove it from the property.   

The offer was not accepted. 

Lessons learned:  Don't sweat the small things unless asked.  It would have cost us $1,000 to remove the junk, and we should have never even mentioned the motorhome (I wanted to turn it into a guest house).  Kim thinks we didn't put down enough money (likely), but to improve on the next one we won't give the seller any ammo to downgrade our offer.   Make it easy, make it good.

Tight Family and Rethinking the 'Burbs

 After leaving town so suddenly for a family funeral, then a week vacation in Mexico we landed back in Austin with nowhere to go.  Brother Erik kindly took us in.  

Erik lives on the east side of Austin in a new house purchased several years back.  I've never been fond of new builds as developers scrape the land of all character and mix up 4-5 layouts in a row.  They have a sterile feel and all too often they are built quickly and cheaply.  The irony that every house I've lived in originated this way is not lost on me, but after 20-30 years the trees grow and a neighborhood develops a vibe.

The Paseo house is 4 bedrooms and probably pushing 2,000 sq. ft.  We are coming from 1,500 sq. ft. and I can't believe how nice the extra room is.  The Olden family also chose wisely on the location of the neighborhood (hemmed in by Onion Creek and a State Park), and the location of the house (back of the neighborhood next to a major green space.  

The convenience of modern layout and amenities is also something I was not used to.  No oddly placed breakfast nook and undersized bathrooms.  A modern space for a modern family.  

As we think of our own house we want to buy this concept of buying new entered the conversation.  I don't know if I want to invest a lot of time developing the character of a neighborhood (or betting that it's quality will last), as opposed to buying into the vibe we want.  But the convenience is undeniable if certain criteria are met.  If the builds are quality, there is proximity to natural features (parks, creeks, etc.) and they neighbors show the same values (i.e. if grass is mowed and there are no broken down cars in the street) it's worth a shot.  

But rethinking the 'burbs wasn't the biggest learning from our two week stay at Paseo...spending time with Erik was the best part. 

Our families are so spread and even though Liz, Mark and Erik live close enough for a day trip, we usually only visit on special events.  We live day in and day out with our siblings until we leave the house, then spend the rest of our lives "catching up" on what we've been doing in 2hr sprints, competing for time.  

We all lived our normal lives while staying with Erik.  Erik worked from home during the day, then spent evenings playing disc or skating.  I have a hybrid work situation so I would come in and out throughout the week.  Kim and the kids continued to homeschool and attend classes periodically through the week.  The house was busy, but at the end of each day we would play a game together or watch disc golf without saying much.  No pressure to have "intentional conversations" to stay close...we were just close. 

I'm very grateful for Erik to take us in, and even more grateful to hang out and not just know about who he is and what he does, but be involved in it.  But a single guy can only take so much of our chaotic family, so before wearing out our welcome we moved on to San Marcos!