Sundays from the Porch

Austin on my mind.

I’ve been sitting with the reality that I’m moving to Austin, and the honest truth is: I don’t really know Austin. Not in any real way. I know the headlines: music, tech, tacos, heat. But, that’s not what pulled me there. It wasn’t research. It wasn’t a spreadsheet. It was a feeling I couldn’t shake. A couple of conversations. The energy of people who live there. Something about the place just kept returning to me, like a song you don’t realize you’ve been humming all day.

I like that the city sits inside nature instead of beside it. That you can be on a trail, in a river, or in a coffee shop all within the same hour. I like that it feels warm, in every sense. And I like that I don’t have to have a grand plan for it to make sense. I’m letting my life lead me a little more these days. I’m trusting the pull.

If I’m being honest, I’m also looking forward to being back in the States for a bit. I’ve been moving nonstop for a year and a half. Shifting countries. Shifting time zones. Shifting identities, really. There’s something stabilizing about coming back to a country I know, even if the city is new. Something grounding about having a home base to build from.

And maybe that’s what this move is about. Building again. Slowly. Quietly. I’m not trying to force anything right now. Not direction, not identity, not pace. Just setting myself down somewhere with sunlight, community, and access to nature, and letting whatever’s next take shape without me choking it with expectations.

Somewhere in all that, Hooch is getting a little more real. I’m not rushing it. I’m not writing the brand before I live the life that inspires it. But there’s a seed there. A direction. Austin feels like a place where something could root—creatively, personally, professionally. A place where I can listen to myself again, without the noise of motion.