I’ve concluded that I was made for suburban life. Having lived in a small town, big cities, the wilderness in my truck and the suburbs – this is where I feel I belong.
I love that my neighborhood is full of families that put up Halloween Decorations and Christmas Lights. I like having easy access to different grocery stores, shops and services. It makes me smile when I pass houses where the kids all leave their bikes parked on the sidewalk while they play inside – knowing nobody will steal them.
People here are much like me – kind, attentive, family oriented, educated and relatively settled.
Even if I am out of sync because I don’t have kids and was widowed far too early, I feel very comfortable here.
All of my life, I had the “running away” fantasy. I even lived it several times, relocating from PA to FL to NC and back.
I still occasionally think about it.
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- I think about going somewhere cool like Colorado (until I remember being stuck in a snowstorm in Flagstaff in June).
- I think about downsizing again except this time to a backpack and living as a vagabond in Europe (until I think about how much I love having a garage to work out in, a bed to sleep in and a home to return to).
But I no longer spend much time pondering these escape fantasies because I’ve had enough experiences to know where I belong.
I belong where I am right now.
