What a difference a mile makes!
I didn’t go to University with The Teen. I sent The Mister this time. I wanted to sleep in and be all kinds of lazy. The Boy and Bubbles! were at my mom’s house and I was home just being when The Boy called, frantic, that my mom was having issues. I came over, saw that it was not as serious as the kids made it out to be and decided to stick around for the day.
I’m having a tough time with the fact that I’m less than fifteen minutes from my house but it’s a whole new world. After making a run to the store and doing some light housework, I sat outside and just took in the peace.
I watched kids race by one their bikes and not one person said anything off-color about another’s mother. Cars that drove down the street didn’t blast music. The people walking by all spoke.
I wonder if the calmness has to do with the trees and the fresh air as someone suggested earlier this week when I explained my aversion to camping. Is it because the neighborhood is diverse, some old guard, some newbies and each has a set of standards that they demand each other uphold? Is it that there is space for people to stretch out in, not rows and rows of houses and concrete.
Whatever it is, I’m liking it.