I couldn’t be more in love with our new location. It truly warms the cockles of my heart.
Our parish is close enough that we can not only walk to Mass, but we can hear the church bells from our bedroom. And we can hear them loud and clear if we’re playing in the yard. I feel very medieval getting dressed for Mass and walking past little houses with the bell tower in sight.
Our little homeschool co-op is also in walking distance. Benjamin looks miserable, but I promise he had fun learning basketball and science.
We can also eat some of the best Mexican food in Waco by taking a three block stroll. It’s not Tex Mex, it’s real Mexican and it’s HEAVENLY. If I won the lottery, I would eat there once a day instead of once a week. #tacotrucksoneverycorner and all that. They have free wifi so maybe I’ll just use it as my blogging office. Tacos fuel good writing, right? This could work.
Our street is mostly little starter homes built anywhere from the late 1800s to the mid 1900s. Most are in some state of serious disrepair. North Waco is very spotty. You’ll see what looks like a crack house next to a really nice well-kept house. It reminds me of New Orleans in that regard. But the neighborhood is starting to recover even though it has a long way to go. Someday I’ll do a whole post of Waco’s weirdness and why I love it so much.
If you take a walk for just a couple of blocks you’ll find yourself on a gorgeous street of old 3-story homes (mansions?!) that are stunning. Some of them are falling down but some are in great shape. I’m dying to know what they look like inside but Daniel told me that knocking on the door and asking to tour stranger’s homes would be “weird.” So, alas. I just stare as I walk by. The residents probably think I’m planning some sort of heist.
There’s even a few tiny libraries set up in the neighborhood. So cute!
Most of our friends live within five minutes of our house so since we’ve moved away from our great farm community, we haven’t been lonely! It’s great to be able to text a friend in the late afternoon and say, “hey! Got dinner plans?” and then spend the evening eating good food and talking into the night.
We’re just a few minutes away from downtown and all my favorite writing haunts. And we’re even going to get a grocery that’s ALMOST walking distance. It’s at least biking distance.
Being able to walk to Mass and to eat and being such a short drive from most everywhere else feels so very European. Sure, it’s Waco, TX, basically the opposite of Europe. But, it’s right where I want to be. Thanks for all your support on the twists and turns of our crazy adventure. I feel like we’re stopping to take a breath after lots of transitions and changes. And it feels good.