“In the end, it all comes to choices to turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones.” Amber Frey
I live in the suburbs. We’ve all heard the jabs and jokes about the sterility and paranoia of suburban life. Some of it is probably true, but all of suburban life isn’t picket fences, mowed lawns and lives of quiet desperation.
I live in the suburbs. We do find ways to connect with each other, albeit briefly. You see, once the kids fly the coop and PTSA volunteer jobs fall to the wayside, unless you choose to stay connected with moms from the school years, life can become deadly quiet… But we do connect on the aqueduct, in town, at the train station, by the Hudson River, when a neighbor’s dog wanders into our yard or when word spreads that someone desperately needs help…
One day, Emma wandered into my yard and I left my home to find her owner. I was concerned. I called the cops. I walked to the end of the cul de sac. I found her owner and we connected; neighbor to neighbor. In my determination to find her owner, I crossed a thresh-hold of dead solitude and found a smiling face. Life around the suburban block has barriers, but we lift them when we have to.
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“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” Buddha
I live in the suburbs. We take for granted what city dwellers crave; lush, verdant nature, quietude, wildlife, bodies of expansive water, and privacy or the illusion of privacy. When I walk on the aqueduct, most of the faces are familiar. We walk frequently and, in an odd way, we’ve found a way to bond in our silence. Occasionally, a smile or a word is exchanged. If you step out on an auspicious day, you might even connect with a man/woman walking a dog, and a heartfelt conversation takes place.
I live in the suburbs. I quite like it. If I could choose another block, I’d move to Seattle or some distant village where life is idyllic and, instead of wailing sirens, birds or other lifeforms wake me up at dawn. It’s not perfect, and it’s clearly not everyone’s cup of tea. Heck, there is even something charming about the feigned indifference on faces on the Southbound train to NYC. Why? Because I know there is a scared, concerned, or grateful heart ticking beneath the facade. We all know… somehow.
My cul de sac is quiet and uneventful. When, on the rare occasion, an ambulance shows up, you can sense invisible eyes scanning the block and busy minds imagining all sorts of things. It would be better to open the door, step outside, cross the street and ask: Is everything okay? But no one wants to pry because it is easier to pretend that your neighbors business is not yours to share.
What is your neighborhood like? Do you like it? If you could move blocks, where would you be?
This post was inspired by Daily Prompt. Weekly Writing Challenge: Blog Your Block… For this week’s challenge, take a hike. More specifically, take a short walk around your own block: head out your front door, then circle the streets immediately contiguous to where you live.
Positive Motivation Tip: Wherever we are, it helps to take time to observe things around us and inhale the air with gratitude.
PHOTO CREDITS/ATTRIBUTIONS: All Photos : via my personal collection.