Living small
This is a small town. Driving, I could circumnavigate it in, oh, an hour. Less, really. There are things to do here. Plays and concerts and events and stores. But I don’t do them.
I live four miles from my office. My day, typically, is spent between those four miles. On the weekends we might venture outside of our tiny sphere, but not very far and not for very long.
My family, those who are here in town, live within a three-mile radius of each other. All of them. Some of them next door to each other. We live the furthest away from them, and by dint of that extra two or three miles, we’re the least connected, the most isolated.
We live a small life, filled with small pleasures and small events. Dinner out, cuddling with the dogs, going to the beach, making love, Netflix.
A reminder to myself: There’s more out there, if we want it. Possibilities to explore, names to be made, life to live. And time is marching.
P.S. Check out Dirty Minds today where we’re discussing times of day. When do you like it?
It’s the “if we want it” part that’s important. There’s a ton more out there, but if it doesn’t interest you, it doesn’t matter.
It does interest me, though. Slightly. I’m mostly content, but there are times… — Gypsy
It’s for this reason that I took an afternoon went into Providence and just walked around and took pictures of things. I never hang out in Providence. It’s not a big city, but there are pretty old buildings, there are funky shops, and interesting restaurants. I love playing tourist in my own town, and checking things out. I keep meaning to institute a Beej and Todd go somewhere different once a month rule. But alas, life gets in the way.
This is what I love about sailing to different parts of RI and CT. These are places we could drive to in under an hour, or sail to in several hours. We tie up the boat, then go into shore and just explore. It’s such a different experience to explore Newport on foot than we do when we drive there. Exploring on foot goes by slower, and you get to absorb things more.
I think I need to get the hell out of dodge. — Gypsy
Finn said it all. We’ve just moved from a town of three stoplights to suburbia in all its glory. I understand the temptation of the grass is always greener, but the grass is just as likely to die on the other side, too. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be satisfied. Sometimes you just have to stop looking around and focus on the ground under your feet.
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Oh, wise one. You are so right. Bitch.
— Gypsy
Hm….I have definitely lived a broader life in the past. I make it thru the day by a) believing I will get out there again or b) appreciating the peacefulness of a small life or a boring life as one may call it.
mary’s last blog post..7 PUSHUPS
Peace is good. Good point. — Gypsy
I drive into Atlanta every now and then, if there’s a good show at The Fox, or if the High is showing a must-see exhibit. Otherwise? I could give a shit. I’m quite fine with my small suburbia life, thankyouverymuch.
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If I had cool people like you living near my I might not be so frustrated. — Gypsy
Come to Wisconsin? You can circumnavigate my little town in (literally) three minutes. We have two bars, four churches, a bank, and a barber shop. And me. What more do you need?
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