I don’t want to leave the impression that the past five months of cancer and chemo has been all sorrow, pain, and vomit. It’s been a remarkably good experience in many ways I won’t expound on right this minute…
One thing I enjoy doing on a day I’m feeling well and the weather is nice is taking a long, rambling walk. I tend to fall in love with the area where I bought my first home each time.
(Note: I do not claim, nor have I ever claimed to be a photographer.)
I love all the paved trails through forested areas – one trail starts super close to my house. I haven’t learned all the trails yet and I admit the sense of exploration thrills me. I see rabbits, deer, and sometimes, even horses. I meet lots of neighbors walking their dogs.
I love being able to walk back in time. I can get to Old Town in 10 minutes and conjure up old farms, train stations, and Victorian homes.
I love stopping by the “old-timey” shops in Old Town. I’ve bought some nice pieces at Olde Mill Furniture. At Carolina Brothers I can get me my favorite barbecue or just an ice cream from the freezer.
The sight of the “new” getting carved out of the “old” open spaces saddens me a little. But I’m part of the “new”, so how can I complain?
And some of the new houses are kind of nice.
Watching kids play on the many playgrounds around cheers me up again.
Plus, every neighborhood needs a few smile-worthy quirks.