What a difference a week makes…
Last Saturday, I wrote my stream of consciousness post in NYC at the airport still reeling from the fact that I was six rows away from Meryl Streep and Hillary Clinton. I was still in awe over the fact that I met Debra Winger and Ingrid Michaelson at a private party the night before RIGHT AFTER OPRAH WALKED PAST ME.
This week is a bit different. I’m still clearing the dirt out from under my fingernails from doing yard work all week. I’m aching from the cleaning and painting as we prepare to put our house back on the market this week. And I’m left wondering if Meryl Streep ever does yard work. Probably not.
More importantly, I’ve been thinking a lot about my house and where I live. Mostly, these thoughts were prompted by my friend Stacey. She asked of her friends on Facebook, “How do you feel about where you live?” It was a mixed bag of answers and definitely worthy of a five minute brain dump.
Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: How do you feel about where you live?
Here we go…
Where you live…
That really is a mixed bag isn’t it? It will be interesting to see what people write about. It could be your house, your neighborhood, your city, your state. It all depends on how you interpret it and I suppose how you interpret it indicates what is the most important or satisfactory (or unsatisfactory) part of your life.
I love my house. It was a new house – new construction. We picked our lot, picked our floor plan, picked our cabinets and floors and countertops. We landscaped the yard and built our deck. We never called it a dream house but it seemed like a good enough house to live in for a long time.
As we prepare to try to move (AGAIN), I feel sad to leave my house but anxious for the newness of another house. I would love another new house to make my own but that might not be an option this time.
But when I think about where I live, I think about Raleigh, North Carolina. It was a city I never really picked. I never wanted to live in the South but I followed a boyfriend here and thought change might be good. In hindsight, it was very good. It’s brought me to where I am in my life right now. But it’s not the place I really picked.
The next place isn’t really what I picked either. We’re planning to move to the Baltimore-Washington area which is essentially where I grew up. I feel like I am going home and can find both negative and positive aspects in that. Where do I want to live? It’s more like how I want to live. I want a nice house, nice yard, nice neighborhood, close to major city with lots of things to do, wide variety of ethnic foods, good school, lots of friends, temperate weather, picturesque scenery, all the right shopping, and an affordable cost of living.
Is that too much to ask?