Allergic to Cement

Nov 10, 2012 at 1:58 PM
My life is always about transition. Some people hate change, I can't stand to be without it. I've moved into a bigger house now, right on a park that is in a highly prized neighborhood, and no longer near the water.

I lucked out. It's a great house for the money, and it's on the park, which lets me breathe. But still, I miss the woods. I miss living where I can feel expanding circles of life in all directions. Every day I miss it.

I went to New York with Willow, and she felt immediately at home. I enjoyed the day but wanted to go find some wilderness and take a deep breath. City girl I am not. Maybe it's just that I am allergic to cement. Grass feels good, cement feels choppy and wrong. New York felt instantly like the best city in America and also like the last place in the world I'd want to live. I don't mind visiting them, but I need green surrounding me.

Anyway, here I am, next door to the park, which at least lets me look out at a lake, walk on grass, and feel a little less tiny-fied.

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