Last week I got a last second request to go to my brothers house to babysit my two youngest nephews. I left my riot-act at home and hightailed it over to his place. His house is about 2.5 times bigger than ours. Open, spacious, uncluttered.
By the time I got there one nephew was in bed. Two hours later the other went down.
The house was quiet.
It was a Friday night, 9PM.
I stepped out onto their front porch to relax in some of the beautiful night air…
And silence.
No kids running around screaming.
No neighbors calling hello.
Going to each others houses.
Sharing a drink.
A laugh.
Conversation.
Silence.
I thought about my neighborhood and how at about that time all the neighbors would be out doing all of those things. The kids would be playing, racing bikes, running and screaming.
And once again I remembered.
How lucky I am.
Our house is too small.
Overcrowded.
Definitely over-cluttered.
But our neighborhood.
It’s special.
And there’s no place else I would rather be.
I totally want to live in your neighborhood.
@Jen L.,
LOL. My neighborhood is amazing. It’s the second time in my life I’ve been blessed to live in a neighborhood like this. The first time was when I was younger (7-13) back in NY w/ my parents.
Now as an adult I’ve come to appreciate it even more than I did than. Neighborhoods like this are rare and special 😀
I love this! I was expecting you to say you wished for the quiet, but instead a beautiful ode to chaos. i LOVE that
@Denise,
Thanks!! I mention often on my site how much I love my neighborhood. Neighbors are like family, or close friends. After being reminded of it…I like to repeat it every so often, so I have something to look at when I get frustrated by my too small, poorly decorated, un-landscaped house. *G*
As much as I enjoy my quiet times, I would miss the chaos in my house too.