Driving along the highway today I saw the name of a very nice woodsy suburb I once would have given anything to live in. It embodied everything I thought I wanted in life.
And furthermore I had friends who moved there while we were all still quite young. They built their dream house, reared their children there and then I realized something with kind of a shock.
Now they are no longer there! They retired a few years ago and moved back to Colorado where they were originally from. So much for the longetivity of dreams.
All those "things" that seemed so important when I was young don't impress me much anymore. They are still very nice things and they are still very coveted things, that has not changed.
I have changed.
Part of it is that my children are grown up. I don't need five bedrooms anymore, nor do I have any need for a gigantic pool that takes up the whole back yard. Some people still do need these things, but I don't. I don't entertain anymore, at least not more than a handful of folks at a time and none of us want to put our aging bodies out there in swimsuits in the burning sunshine for the world to ogle anymore. There will be no more dream groups gathering in my family room, or journey-ers traveling on my floor to the sound of a Native American Drum. I'm not organizing parents against anything now, nor trying to bring recycling into my neighborhood. I've done all these things. I'm doing different things now.
When did I change so much?
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