Neighborhood Plus

There are many days I think that I am not cut out for subdivision living. It’s nothing personal, I really love so many of my neighbors. It’s just that I’m more of a recluse than a joiner, and I think I’d be completely happy out in the boonies, isolated and surrounded by by trees and grass. Nobody would care when I came outside without make-up wearing my pajamas or mind when the men in my life find the outside facilities more convenient than the inside. Out in the boonies, there wouldn’t be covenants that kept me from getting that little black goat I always wanted, not to mention the cow that I would name Midnight. Doesn’t it sound perfect? Not quite. There is one major flaw in the whole move to the country plan, besides the fact that I don’t think I could make my parents move again… I know that while my kids would love most of the changes, there is one thing they’d miss that might outweigh all the good… their friends. We are lucky to be in a situation where the kids are able to play outside, ride their bikes, and find some friends at any given time. I love having a driveway filled with bicycles and taking that away from them is just too much for any of us to bear. So, for now, we’ll have to do without my little black goat and cow named Midnight. My neighbors are just going to have to endure my lack of make-up and suffer through my wardrobe consisting of yoga pants, hippy shirts, and a clippy. For the moment, my kids would choose a yard full of bikes rather than a pasture filled with cows, and honestly, I’m going to be happy either way.