Sometimes when we travel, I think about home. What I notice most is that some places just don’t feel like home. As is the case here in the suburbs of Philadelphia.
Lots more people live here than what I’m used to. And there are lots of big developments here that weren’t here when DH lived here. They look so out of place on the landscape. Very large, and I’m sure very nice, homes, one after another, on little plots of land. They look all much alike. Big boxes on the landscape.
DIL’s house (where we’re staying) is nestled in a nice neighborhood, and has a great park nearby. No computer! (I’m on a public machine for a bit at the library… 34 minutes left!). Even so, the houses look different to me, although they don’t look out of place.
When we lived in Harrisburg I was very aware that there are not bodies of water all over the place… no large lakes, no small lakes, very few ponds, and most of those created by a dam. The dirt was the wrong color! The glacier was never here! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
You know how, say, all ants look much alike? I wonder if somebody from some other place came here… would they think all of our houses look much alike? Would they think that they all look out of place on the landscape? I feel like houses and neighborhoods that have been in place for a while (like over 50 years!) don’t look so out of place, but maybe they all are. Maybe we all should live in caves or in houses made of living trees…
Good thing I live where I do.
It is good to see family here, so this isn’t a total whine! Well, I said I was going to the grocery store…