
Three-mile walk this morning in perfect weather. I love these colonized rocks, and I guess there are some sea creatures that like the urban environment. They don’t have to rent Car-to-Go, hunt for parking spaces, nor tolerate their neighbors’ smoke/music/barking dogs. There’s no excessive truck traffic with its accompanying fuel fumes, no train whistles, and no drunken sidewalk carousers in the wee hours.
And that’s not saying I didn’t enjoy downtown living. I did. And I like going back there to do things. It has an energy and vitality that I miss. And convenience, too. Sophistication, perhaps. And — I’m glad I live here, where I can walk on the beach nearly daily, now.
We might try a city again sometime. Or something we haven’t tried before. I’ve never lived in the “country.” I know I’d enjoy the quiet — but not the isolation. The nature — but not the inconvenience. But who’s to say? I’m game…