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My dad, in a recent entry, said our new house was too much suburbia for him and mom. And it is. The house I grew up in is out in the country - it's gorgeous, and peaceful, and distant from the neighbors.
The new house will be great for Scott and I. What amuses me is - when did I adapt? When I went off to college, I chose a small-town college because I was afraid of cities. But this trip to suburbia is a lessening of city-ness for me. For four years, I've lived a block off a major highway, in the middle of a fairly significant city, on a road that's major in its own right.
I've gotten used to being able to walk to the store (when the weather is cooperative), whether I mean the drug store, the discount store, the grocery store, the craft store, the bead store, the post office, the pizza place.... They're all within a block or two of home.
That will not be the case at the new house. I like the location more, but I think it will be hard at first to have everything be a five-minute drive instead of a five-minute walk away. It's definitely more peaceful, though.
And I've spent the past three years (after a failed attempt at container gardening) basically ignoring my deck, because it's a horrid deck. Walled in (good; only view would be others' back yards and windows), cement-floored, bleak and boring. My neighbor to one side has done lovely things with potted roses on her deck, but my attempt at same (with different plants) was sort of a disaster, due to my lousy memory for watering schedules among other things.
I'm very much looking forward to living in the new house. For years now, I've lived in a place which is comfortable enough, nice enough, but which basically, except for the upstairs window that looks south, ends at the walls for all intents and purposes. There's nothing immediately outside my apartment that is pretty or attractive or, excluding that annoying deck, mine.
I love the house I grew up in. I'd like to live in the country like that again. But not at the cost of the commute it would mean; and I adore the new house, in terms of the house itself, and the view it has out the back.
The new house will be great for Scott and I. What amuses me is - when did I adapt? When I went off to college, I chose a small-town college because I was afraid of cities. But this trip to suburbia is a lessening of city-ness for me. For four years, I've lived a block off a major highway, in the middle of a fairly significant city, on a road that's major in its own right.
I've gotten used to being able to walk to the store (when the weather is cooperative), whether I mean the drug store, the discount store, the grocery store, the craft store, the bead store, the post office, the pizza place.... They're all within a block or two of home.
That will not be the case at the new house. I like the location more, but I think it will be hard at first to have everything be a five-minute drive instead of a five-minute walk away. It's definitely more peaceful, though.
And I've spent the past three years (after a failed attempt at container gardening) basically ignoring my deck, because it's a horrid deck. Walled in (good; only view would be others' back yards and windows), cement-floored, bleak and boring. My neighbor to one side has done lovely things with potted roses on her deck, but my attempt at same (with different plants) was sort of a disaster, due to my lousy memory for watering schedules among other things.
I'm very much looking forward to living in the new house. For years now, I've lived in a place which is comfortable enough, nice enough, but which basically, except for the upstairs window that looks south, ends at the walls for all intents and purposes. There's nothing immediately outside my apartment that is pretty or attractive or, excluding that annoying deck, mine.
I love the house I grew up in. I'd like to live in the country like that again. But not at the cost of the commute it would mean; and I adore the new house, in terms of the house itself, and the view it has out the back.
