Last weekend, Brett & I ventured out to our old ‘hood in the city to do some Christmas shopping. Anytime we do this, we always discuss living there vs. living in the sticks. We always think about all of the *cool* stuff we could do, the great places we could shop & eat, go have a drink.
But then reality gave us a little slap in the face when we were driving around, trying to come up with somewhere to go for dinner. And we couldn’t think of a single place we wanted to go. The places we used to go were fine when we lived there, but they just didn’t seem fitting for a destination dinner. For my birthday, no less. So we drove around aimlessly for a while and finally decided to head south, where we ate dinner in B-town, the closest suburb with restaurants that don’t have drive-thru windows.
I guess it’s true that you just can’t go back. I think I’m starting to realize that while we may not always live where we do, it’s not very likely that we’ll ever move back to that city. And I think I’m ok with that.
I can relate to that. I went back to our old ‘hood recently to visit my son’s old teacher, and I was struck by how boring and similar all the houses looked, which I never noticed until I moved to another neighborhood. It also really hit me for the first time how BAD most of the neighborhood looked – houses with no landscaping to speak of, hoopty cars out front, etc. I miss the old place less now, for sure.