Yesterday I was attending meetings in a fairly suburban area, and got to thinking about where we live and how we live and the amount of space in our kitchen and how I've actually tripped over the person and animal I live with more than a few times. And the thought turned to a feeling, a grass-is-greener feeling that rears its ugly head when I dream of dishwashers and washing machines (the luxuries!) and maybe a backyard for puppies and babies (in the future, if we're so blessed).
It happens every few months, this feeling, and it's usually erased by a good weekend appreciating some of what this awesome city has to offer. Really, we've become quite accustomed to living small and making calculated purchases for our home, based on the square footage. But darn you, suburbs, for seeming
so much greener this week.
