There are a lot of new lots popping up all over Suburbia.
The sprawl is amazing. When we moved there 13 years ago we would wake to a rooster every morning. And then one morning I realized that I hadn't heard him in some time. And the fields became new developments. The displaced mole moved into my garden, and we cohabitated for many years.
Our new house is in an "established" neighborhood. This house saw action in WWII.
Real action, as in the influx of families here for shipbuilding jobs.
In some twist of irony this was suburbia here on the hill just above the city 65 years ago.
And at that time Suburbia was farmland.
Monday, November 26, 2007
upgrade
When we moved out of Suburbia we upgraded quite a bit.
A smaller lot. And no fence.
One bathroom. Really. With teenage girls.
A one car detached garage. Which may become a greenhouse. Or studio.
The kids walk to school. Uphill both ways.
No garbage disposal. We compost and vermicompost.
No more open floor plan or vaulted ceilings with skylights. Instead, we have crown molding and plaster. And lots of creaks and moans.
And a real fireplace. Not one that turns on with a switch.
This blog will diary the day to day choices we make and the experiences that we have as we take on a simpler life.
A smaller lot. And no fence.
One bathroom. Really. With teenage girls.
A one car detached garage. Which may become a greenhouse. Or studio.
The kids walk to school. Uphill both ways.
No garbage disposal. We compost and vermicompost.
No more open floor plan or vaulted ceilings with skylights. Instead, we have crown molding and plaster. And lots of creaks and moans.
And a real fireplace. Not one that turns on with a switch.
This blog will diary the day to day choices we make and the experiences that we have as we take on a simpler life.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
a dozen years
We lived in Suburbia for a dozen years.
And then we escaped.
We didn't know how stifling it was until we breathed in the city smells and woke to the sounds of trains passing in the night.
We can walk to our life now. Or bicycle.
There are no fences between neighbors here.
And then we escaped.
We didn't know how stifling it was until we breathed in the city smells and woke to the sounds of trains passing in the night.
We can walk to our life now. Or bicycle.
There are no fences between neighbors here.
a co-op and a bookmobile
The town I grew up in was swallowed by Suburbia several years ago.
When we were young the population sign said 750.
When we were young the town had a co-op and a bookmobile.
Now that town prides itself on upscale stores with valet parking.
When I was young I would spend the summers bicycling all over town, going to the park with friends, or playing ball in the street. We trekked through the fields and spent hours by the pool.
When we were young the population sign said 750.
When we were young the town had a co-op and a bookmobile.
Now that town prides itself on upscale stores with valet parking.
When I was young I would spend the summers bicycling all over town, going to the park with friends, or playing ball in the street. We trekked through the fields and spent hours by the pool.
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