Mrs. T and I have been taking weekend roadtrips to various cities and towns in recent months scouting potential homesteads. I know, we just moved, but that move was unexpected and it was from one rental to another. We're talking now of "The Big One," the move that will come complete with a mortgage and, even more, raise me to a whole other social echelon, The Landed Gentry. That's right, I'll finally be able to vote for real, like the framers of the Constitution intended, as a property owner.
Since my office is in my house we're not bound too close to where we are now. I did rule out Beijing for obvious reasons. (I'll be drinking RC and eating at Burger King quite a bit this summer. For a full list of companies I won't be doing business with check out this page.) But I digress. Most of my jobs are in south Texas though, so about a year ago we started researching areas around San Antonio, Austin, Corpus Christi, Houston and all the little towns in between. As we'd visit places, we'd strike them off our list. Very few places we visited stayed on our list. By this morning we only had a handful of places left. So when we hopped in the car this morning I was bracing for another let down. But when we arrived at our destination, Mrs. T and I agreed we had found our home. And the winning city is...
Round Rock is a town of about 100,000 people just north of Austin. It's close enough to Austin that we won't miss special events. It's got a great school district. It's got an IKEA. But most importantly, it's got the grave of a famous train robber that The Acolyte just loves:
Estimated move-in date: December 2009.