The photograph below was taken by daughter Vim in her new home environs of New York City. When she was growing up in Ohio I would never have imagined her living in New York City, but I guess somewhere along the line she developed that fantasy of living in a big city. She made an about face and wound up in the big city that defines all big cities in my mind and seems to be having a wonderful time. I think I like the photo for the evolving it suggests noting the different scene at the end of the tunnel, a paradigm shift, a life’s journey in a manner of speaking.
For me city living took some getting used to. I guess I could live in either one now, which is probably a good place–in terms of finding peace and happiness in your life–to be. I love the solitude and quiet dignity of country living–wild animals and birds–but I also love being able to walk (or bike if I was younger) down the street, through a winding park trail to get to needful things (like food and pharmaceuicals, video rentals, even a cigar parlous where you can sit and smoke if you’re so inclined (I’m not and have never been), as we had when we lived in Las Vegas (Nevada. Did you know there’s another Las Vegas? in New Mexico.)
Today we live on the east benches of the mountains surrounding mid-size Salt Lake City. It’s a happy mix of the two. We’re back to wild animals like deer and coyotes beyond our backyard fence, but we also walk up and down the hills and get to small strip malls a tad over a mile away.
When I was 15 or 16, a fantasy of mine was to drive a convertible, own a dog something like a poodle, and be a journalist for a big magazine. Unlike Vim, mine didn’t come true, and it’s probably good that it didn’t. The realities that came from decisions I made have resulted in a far better life I’m sure.
One of my latest fantasies, or daydreams, is a sabbatical in Europe where Hubby and I would live in an apartment directly over a bakery or delicatessan. We’d ride a bike to the symphony or local playloft, shop in the Turkish market in the neighborhood, and take most of our meals at a trendy little cafe, of course. Except for the eating out part, I suspect Hubby would share this little fantasy of mine completely. I can see that this fantasy is doable in our new life in retirement without ever straying too far from home. We can realize it small increments every day by living life to the fullest.