As you get older, some things change. Very few of them good. I am so sad to finally admit to mortality as I do feel I’ve got too much stuff to do yet. My wife comes from a nice sized mid west dairy farm and I from small town but city sized America. When we moved to a suburb of a city, about 70 miles away< I figured we were free from urban crawl. We have 17 acres of privacy and I had adopted a rural life style. My wife sees the light of the city in the distance and can find any mall within 75 miles. Since the 1990’s. Development is rampant.... volumes of people , cars and strip malls...chain restaurants,medical buildings...you have probably seen it. Makes my blood pressure jump 30 points
Yet in 37 years, we are the best friends in the whole world. Here’s how it changes; you eventually get a house , pay a mortgage, fight to breathe thru debt as some years get lean, raise kids, those kids have kids and now you have grandchildren and the roots that you establish are harder to break for some than anything you may have seen. Me.... I can’t wait to get the f out of here, that is the exact opposite for my better half. The mid west state she comes from .... traffic: cows, people few and far between. Lifestyle....wow.
I know I’ll not see that except for a few day visit to her family which has dwindled down over the years too. Shit, must have woke up weird today to write this. Either way, it is not the first time this story has passed thru my head. Sorry, no way intended as a bummer, only an awareness of where we all are, or at least I am. And trust me, I’m still looking at 30 years more if God plans it but looking how fast the last years a gone by....keep awake
Follow your dreams....plan them well first however.