Yesterday, I had a haircut appointment back in my old neighborhood on the other side of town. Truth be told, I really missed living over there. It just seemed so easy. A great little sandwich shop was out behind the hair salon. And no one asked me for money or looked at me like I didn't belong there. No one was obviously a prostitute either. I stopped by a furniture consignment shop - one that's actually indoors, not just a random collection of goods lined up along a sidewalk in a parking lot. The farmer's market was close by. I got fresh fruits and veggies and a couple of bottles of wine that all cost much less than anything near me. I stopped for gas that's at least 10 cents/gallon cheaper than anywhere near my house. Then I swung by a cute little gift shop for a wedding gift. I was even close enough to just drop by a good friend's house.
This move felt costly on Saturday. I'm a bit of an alien here, just a few miles from my old neighborhood that felt so familiar. I do not doubt that I'm where I'm supposed to be. But I guess I was just reminded that following a calling to something new means leaving some things behind. For me, it's the comfortable and familiar that's been left behind.
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Don't you miss it? That's what D always says sarcastically to me when we drive through the old hood. Our ex Realtor told us not to move because "won't you miss it?"
Some days are easier than others, I agree.
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