In the house where I was born-home birth was still somewhat common in this area, even in the early 80's-there was no cable, or Internet, not even any radio reception. You could play records all day and night though, and my parents did, the Stones and sometimes the new Michael Jackson album during the day, Van Morrison and Paul Simon at night. We didn't have a telephone until I was 4; we used to drive 5 miles to the Shell station and feed quarters into the payphone so I could talk to my grandma every Sunday. We did have trees though and a huge garden where we grew everything that would thrive and acres and acres of wood and a view of the mountain. We lived on a gravel road and as far as you could see, there was not one scrap of pavement.
When Z and I got ready to take on a mortgage, I wanted to live like that again. But good school districts and convenience to jobs and the busiest airport in the world all mean sidewalks. And HOAs. And landscaping. I like our house. I like the neighbors and the ballet classes and the library and the 5 minute drive to the grocery store.
But I miss the woods.
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