I you don’t like the constant smell of cedars, it’s not for you.
There’s always be at least one. 
Note to the OP: This is what you’ll pretty much run into when you get there, all the while with them saying how friendly they are. Mm-hmm.
Yeah, those Greater Tuna guys have been at it for years, but it’s a funny schtick.
Oh wait, that wasn’t them, was it?
Sorry for the delay in the response.
Yes, the house is a 3+2. There is one large Live Oak in the backyard and ones that are close in the neighbors yards. It is a new area so many houses do have 2 skinny and sickly trees in the front yard. I don’t have a pool, but there is a community pool that is a 3 minute walk away.
The house is on a greenbelt. When I open the blinds in my bedroom in the morning, I only see greenery.
Just under 2500 sq. ft. with lots of hardwood flooring and easy access to 183.
If you are interested in more information, let me know and I can send you a link to a virtual tour of the house.
I moved to Austin two years ago and love it. It’s a fascinating combination of funky old hippies and flag-waving rednecks who, against all conceivable logic, seem to get along pretty well. Provided they belong to separate homeowners associations, that is.
I can see, though, where UncleRojelio is coming from. It’s been my experience that almost nobody I’ve met is a born-and-raised Austinite. Everybody is from somewhere else. Having marketed itself as a haven for the arts and regularly cited as one of the best cities in America for young people to meet and socialize, I really suppose it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. And so UncleRojelio is not alone. I have heard laments from a number of old timers about the lost good ol’ days and complaints about the exodus of yuppies.
That being said, however, I’ve lived in a lot of places, and never experienced a city that conjured so much local pride. There’s always so much to see and do, from the extravagant (I saw my first ever Broadway show – The Lion King last year on the UT Campus) to the free and groovy (the bat flight on Congress Street Bridge never gets old). In fact, other than the traffic, which I would describe as Kafkaesque, I’d call it far and away the best place I’ve ever hung my hat.
You can smell them? I cadn’t smell addyding <sniff> <snort> <achoo>