Lazy Sunday Morning
It's a lazy Sunday morning around here, plenty of chores that need doing but none that I feel up to getting done yet. The cat woke me up at an ungodly hour needing to be petted, and after about three seconds got bored with me and is now busy monitoring the courtyard for intruders, so I'm awake and have nothing in particular to do. It's a pretty nice feeling.
As it's not torrentially raining I may go for a walk. I feel like I haven't properly appreciated our new neighborhood yet, being as it is for me a new-old neighborhood. When we decided to move here, I didn't think of Rogers Park as being a particular plus. When I moved out last time, I was so happy to be done with this place. I'd been living here five years, transitioning from college student to underemployed waitress to office wageslave, transitioning from single and proud to single and lonely to in a relationship to living with someone. And then when I moved away I felt like I was really starting a whole new part of my life. New neighborhood, new relationship, new job. (Yes, I do realize that I only moved a few miles away. But Uptown and Rogers Park are worlds apart and it's more like a symbolic thing if you get what I mean.)
Being back, I remember all the things I loved about this neighborhood. It's beautiful, it's quiet, the people are pretty friendly, especially as compared to Wicker Park, I feel like I fit here, like everyone here is just working and maybe raising a family and just going about their lives, doing their own thing, and there's not a particular scene to be seen in or a vibe to radiate out of your every pore.
All right, it seems like a walk is definitely in order. I need to get out and appreciate some of this before the rain starts up again and reminds us it's not really summer for another month.
As it's not torrentially raining I may go for a walk. I feel like I haven't properly appreciated our new neighborhood yet, being as it is for me a new-old neighborhood. When we decided to move here, I didn't think of Rogers Park as being a particular plus. When I moved out last time, I was so happy to be done with this place. I'd been living here five years, transitioning from college student to underemployed waitress to office wageslave, transitioning from single and proud to single and lonely to in a relationship to living with someone. And then when I moved away I felt like I was really starting a whole new part of my life. New neighborhood, new relationship, new job. (Yes, I do realize that I only moved a few miles away. But Uptown and Rogers Park are worlds apart and it's more like a symbolic thing if you get what I mean.)
Being back, I remember all the things I loved about this neighborhood. It's beautiful, it's quiet, the people are pretty friendly, especially as compared to Wicker Park, I feel like I fit here, like everyone here is just working and maybe raising a family and just going about their lives, doing their own thing, and there's not a particular scene to be seen in or a vibe to radiate out of your every pore.
All right, it seems like a walk is definitely in order. I need to get out and appreciate some of this before the rain starts up again and reminds us it's not really summer for another month.
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