This morning I went for a run in my new neighborhood. It’s a quiet development, with only brand new houses and full families inside them. It takes fifteen minutes of driving to get ANYWHERE, even the grocery store. It’s a new type of life for me, a new sense of isolation. I’ve always been near things, even in South Austin, so it’s a serious adjustment. Ironically enough, I said I’ve wished for a farm house in the middle of nowhere, where there aren’t neighbors to drive me insane, traffic to annoy me or the sound of bullshit anywhere. I’m not in that dream farmhouse but also, it isn’t a hop skip or jump to downtown either.
This doesn’t bother me though. I get to wake up next to someone who means more to me than anyone else has. I get to walk into my freshly painted office and not be bothered. I’m surrounded by a menagrie of pets. My dog has a new corgi best friend. My cat is slowly having a few new kitty best friends. *I* have a new best friend.
Life is good right now. Better than it’s ever been. As I ran through the streets of the homes, I realized that it was my first run of many. That these streets would become my own. That the sunsets I see from my new back porch are mine, not a temporary view.
Life is good right now.