On the brink ..

Teetering on the brink of departure from San Antonio.  Our daughter is due in on Saturday night to load up with her share of the housegoods and then move in to Austin.  We are busy saying goodbye, trying to collect all the stuff going with us, running to see all the wonderful those-are-for-tourist things you never get to in your home town. 

 

It feels sort of schizophrenic, saying goodbye to so many close friends and so many people who seemed only peripheral in our lives, but turns out they were all pretty important. A little late on our part to have figured that out. Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you're losing until it's almost gone?

 

And in limbo too.  We miss the boat and can't wait to get on the road.  We're killing time, a terrible crime, while we wait.  But we're having all kinds of fun at the same time.  Doing the Riverwalk, discovering restaurants we had heard of but never quite gotten around to going to, biking down the river into the Misison District, big brews and microbreweries. 

 

San Antonio is actually a pretty cool town (ha! take that Austin!)  and we will miss it here.  But the boat and the water call.  Like Tolkein's elves, having heard the seagulls, you are forever restless until you can cross west over the water ..