TOPIC FOR WEEK OF AUG 1ST (actually answered in the correct week):
“How far away do you live from where you grew up?”
If you stayed put, how do you feel about that? If you moved a long way away, what spurred your move and do you intend moving back?
I grew up in NYC, and I longed for the day I could leave the city. It was just too crowded, too dirty, too noisy for me. From age ten onward I told everyone I wanted to move to Australia because it was as far as you could get from New York and not have to float.
I went upstate for college and left for good when I got married. A year after marrying my Patient Husband, we moved to Angeltown and stayed there twelve years. Now we’re in Angelborough, close to his job.
What spurred me to move was the closeness of the city, only now I’m realizing how convenient it is to have everything close. You can’t walk anywhere in Angeltown or Angelborough. And the thing I miss most about NYC is the subway system.
Angelborough is not close to New York City. It’s about as different from Brooklyn as you can get and still be on the same planet: it’s wooded, it’s rural, and you have to drive ten miles to get anywhere. There isn’t public water, public sewer, or public trash pickup. We’re lucky there’s public electricity, I suspect.
I like it here. Don’t get me wrong. The house is wonderful and I’m sure we’ll get to know the area and really enjoy living here. People who live in Angelborough tend to love it (even though the most common comment we get on mentioning it is “Where?”). Our city is just a little secret nobody knows except the few thousand residents.
Will I ever move back to New York City? My Patient Husband says no. He despises the city, as best as I can tell, and would move anywhere else first. And to some extent, I agree with him. I’d love to retire to some sleepy Vermont village and live out my days chopping wood and driving to town once a month in a pickup truck to mail off a manuscript and pick up provisions.
I also know from living in Angeltown (a smallish city, but not as small as this one) that a truly rural area is difficult for the elderly. In a city with no sidewalks, no small grocery stores, and terrible public transportation (or none) the elderly are at a loss. After you can’t drive any longer (and that day does come for us all) then how do you get food? How do you get to your doctor’s appointments? How do you shop when everything is in a big box store ten miles away, only you can’t drive and you can’t walk that well?
That’s when I realized how good my grandmother had it: in the heart of Brooklyn, she lived half a block from her church, one block from the grocery store, three blocks from a hospital, and two blocks from her bank. Right up until the end, she lived on her own. And that’s what I’ll probably end up doing as well, if push comes to shove. If at some point I do end up alone, I’ll probably move back to the city and find a place like my grandmother had.
Come back tomorrow to find out where I don’t live now.
Other stops on the weblog tour are:
http://wryexchange.com/ Wry Exchange
http://fatgirlartist.blogspot.com/ Amy Rose
http://www.drunkenhousewife.com/ The Drunken Housewife
http://hijinksshenanigans.blogspot.com/ Hijinks’s Shenanigans
http://divine-misse.livejournal.com Shotochick (only readable by those that have a livejournal account)