NO, I’m not pregnant. Sorry, Mom.
No, my big news is that my husband and I are moving to Austin, Texas.
For his job.
For the tacos.
For a new adventure.
It’s no secret I’ve long been a fan of Texas. The women in my family do an annual ladies’ weekend in Amarillo to celebrate my grandma’s birthday, and in its seven year history, that weekend has enjoyed rich spoils of laughter, wine, shopping, rodeo, brisket burritos, cowboys, and a few choice interactions that marked us as clearly not from around here.
Austin, too, has a special place in my heart. I had my bachelorette there – hands down my favorite weekend of all time.
We went to SXSW to soft launch SweatGuru, and met so many luminaries, including Mark Cuban, Derek, our orange-tuxedoed friend, who introduced us to black milk leggings, and, OF COURSE, so many wonderful SPAs, including Christina, Christie, Shalama, and Nicole, who drove with her family all the way from Corpus Christie to be there.
That my time in Austin is soaked in good company and all-night parties gave it a extra special color when my husband and I visited for the first time together. “I’ve been to that bar,” I said, moments after stepping into downtown. “And that one. Oh, I think I remember the roof deck of that bar. That restaurant has AMAZING margaritas and queso.”
As we walked through town, we developed a kind of shorthand to save my voice: he’d point at a bar, I’d nod, with a secret grin at the memory (or lack thereof) of whatever shenanigans transpired there.
Turns out I’ve been to literally every boozehole in downtown Austin. (Do I get some kind of medal for that?) Our job together will be to explore the rest of what the city has to offer… and of course cap off our days at one of my old haunts.
Seriously, though, it’s a move that I’m simultaneously thrilled and terrified by. I’ve been in California for all but 3 of my 31 years, and the bay area about half of it, and I’m both ready to be somewhere new as much as I’m acutely aware of how much I’ll miss this place, my people here.
There have been times when moving felt like a great escape, a fresh start, a way to run away from whatever I was dealing with here. I remember how liberated I felt leaving for Barcelona, and how gloriously free it felt to start from scratch somewhere new.
This time around couldn’t be more different. That I’m leaving is something I can only look at sideways, out of the corner of my eye. Even though I’m currently living at my in-laws’, with all my clothes and our Sweat Pink shoelaces and other paraphernalia piled into a chaotic corner of my room, and my husband is spending much of this month thousands of miles away, it’s a light too bright to look at directly. I’m just making do, getting done, what needs done here, paralyzed by the thought of saying goodbye to my yoga studio, my favorite coffee shop, my people, from college and from early 20s and from grad school and from this grand adventure of starting two businesses here and hustling every day to make sure they thrive here.
Most of all, my work wifey, whom I’ve spent the better part of 4 years sitting next to, whether in coffee shops, in our office, on planes, in crowded hotel rooms, at bootcamps way too early in the morning, at conferences, and, of course, over a glass of wine and a plate of cheese.
This is all to say: I’m moving to Austin, but nothing else is changing. I’ll still be sweating pink, #NoExcuses and #letsgetsweaty, still building our sweaty empire with Jamie. There’ll just be a few more video chats, and a lot more opportunities to earn Southwest and Virgin points, than there are now.
And luckily Austin is helping me transition more easily: thanks to SXSW, so many of my favorite people will be visiting shortly after I arrive. 🙂
If you’re in Austin, let’s hang out! Will you introduce me your favorite yoga class, smoothie bar, taco truck, hiking trail?
If you’re visiting, please say hello! Let’s have coffee, or barbecue, or I can take you to any one of my favorite bars. 😉
Thanks for listening, and thank you to the whole Sweat Pink sisterhood – thanks to you, moving to a new state isn’t half as scary as it could be. I know I can find my people, and feel like I belong, anywhere I go.