Impromptu playdates on porches and sidewalks with neighbors that are like family.
The hodgepodge scenery of a neighborhood built around factories and farms.
This big old house that we worked so hard on and housed so many fantastic memories.
Walking in the front door to this.
Quiet parks surrounded by farm fields.
The five-minute drive to my parents’ farm (via actual car, not battery-powered motorcycle).
Short walks to the nearby “waterfall” (aka dam)…
…and ice cream shop.
Children darting in lush green grass we grew ourselves.
I don’t regret our choice to move. We’ve gained so many great experiences and friends in our new neighborhood. But sometimes I really miss the place I had come to know so well and its conveniences and charms.
- On making decisions
- Mothers’ Days