We’ve lived in Missouri for over a year now. In that year, we moved from a huge townhouse in a small town to a tiny (third floor) apartment in a large city. While I prefer the large townhouse, I don’t exactly miss the small town. In cities, it is easier to walk around town. Our current location does not afford that. After a year of being forced to drive places (because of poor sidewalk systems and large hills that separate me from my destinations), I realize how important walking/biking is to me.
When we lived in Utah, we lived in an apartment that was within walking distance of several parks, stores, doctors’ offices, downtown restaurants, the local library and schools. After I had Andrew, I started to walk everywhere to cope with postpartum depression and it grew on me. So when we decided to cut our gas budget in half, just enough to transport Ben to work and back, I learned to use my stroller to get everywhere. I went over a year without using a car except for big shopping trips and when we needed to get somewhere that was further away than 2 miles.
This kept me and the kids healthy. We slept better, ate better, and felt better because we were outside for the majority of the day.
I miss that.
Since we’ll be moving in less than 5 months, I am keeping my eyes and ears open for the best locations to move to. I am looking for homes with good schools, parks, and stores – all within walking distance. I’d like to use my stroller again.
Is walking important to you? Do you prefer it over driving your car? What do you think about planning green communities that will, hopefully, limit the amount a person needs to drive?
Friends. I said I would announce the winner yesterday, but I was busy hunting for apartments instead! Ack!
So. I’m late. My sincere apologies.
The winner, thanks to random.org, is Miri! Send me your address (at hereeverymomentcounts [at] gmail [dot] com) and I will send you a copy of Looking Up: A Memoir of Sisters, Survivors, and Skokie.
For the rest of you, I strongly encourage you to read this book. It’s available on Kindle and in paperback at stores everywhere.
I start school on Monday. I read the syllabi of my classes last night and am already 7 chapters, 2 papers and several little essays behind. In between hyperventilating sessions, I remembered that I’m starting a master’s program and must start acting, thinking, and writing like an intelligent person.
I think this might be harder than I expected. (At least it would be if I had known what to expect in the first place.) (Granted, it’s hard to know how difficult any program is until you actually start.)
And since Ben and I like having big changes all at once, we will also be moving next weekend (if things go as planned), and he starts his new job the following Monday. Thank goodness I still have 5.5 months until baby #3 is due.
So I will all but disappear from this space for the next little while as we adjust to, well, everything. Wish me luck!
You know the feeling, when your gut is in knots as you attempt to distract yourself from whatever is on your mind.
Like when you get a call from the doctor’s office that could be one thing or another, but miss it because you accidentally left your phone at home when you went to work and couldn’t check your messages until after 5, when the office is already closed, and suddenly you feel panic rise in your throat and threaten to choke you.
So you lay down, try to breathe and calm yourself, and eventually convince yourself that there is no reason to worry until the next day. They did say it wasn’t an emergency, just that you should call as soon as you get the message.
An alarm goes off on your phone later, and you find out that the doctor’s office called not once, but twice.
And now all you can say is, “dammit,” as you try to rest while finding your mind speeding in every direction, thinking of every possibility.
Yeah, it’s like that.
Is it tomorrow yet?