Moving

I am sitting down to write a post in the midst of packing because, I myself am sick of seeing Postcards from Buster at the top of my blog. Thanks DVC for spurring me on.

We are leaving this humid hot Houston for humid hot Lafayette. I wish the weather would at least be different from this giant pizza stone. At least there are pools to jump into, even if they feel like bath water. If you could see our apartment right now...man...how many boxes can you fit into a 2 bed/1 bath apartment??? A LOT! I think I have counted close to 70.

I have mixed feeling about moving...happy to move to our hometown and closer to more family, sad to leave family and really good friends here. It is easier knowing the place we are going.

We have started the "This is the last..." time. You know, The last Sunday, the Last meal with friends, the last small group, etc... I am just so happy we were here when our dear friends, Paul and Jen, gave birth to their daughter this morning.

This move is different because the 2 cities are just 4 hours apart. We will be back often. We expect our friends in Houston to come visit us in LA, where Dallas will ride to work in pirogue, I will cook alligator stew, and Elias will have the "tickest" Cajun accent when he starts talking.