It’s The Little Things…

The drive to Cheyenne’s new school – Sheyenne High School – takes me on a loop from 13th to Veteran’s Boulevard to 40th to Sheyenne.  The drive is, in total, just shy of 30 minutes.  It is a far cry from my drive back and forth to the STEM Center for three years – a mere 15 minutes.

The drive to Sheyenne High School takes me down well-traveled major streets.   The drive to the STEM Center took me down streets that were smaller and much less traveled. On that drive I got to see the little square houses that served as a regular reminder that a good life need not be complex and laden with stuff – the things we need to live a happy life are indeed quite simple.  I miss the little square houses.

My new drive gives me a very different feeling – a feeling of blending into the scenery like all the other folks going about their business.  I feel no connection to the landscape I pass, no inspiration, no serenity.  I find this discouraging.

I surmise I will survive, but I cannot help but feel that I have lost something valuable.   This road that was less traveled really did make all the difference.  I never fully appreciated how much the neighborhoods with the little square houses had grown on me.  They were cozy familiar faces that always seemed happy and content.

Next year, Cheyenne will be at West Fargo High School.  Then I will once again be able to regularly meander down those comfortable streets.  Until then, I will have to take an occasional drive down my old route and remember the power of its message – I have all I need. 😉

Day one thousand five hundred and eleven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

2 Responses

  1. B-dubya

    Author Robert Fulghum has a saying for those times when we become so intent on acquiring the stuff of a “bigger and better” life that we miss seeing the “best, little” things: At times like that, we’re “standing knee deep in the river and dying of thirst”.

  2. tim haering

    I used to live across the street from the Great Lakes subdivision of Decatur, GA. It was nothing at all like the land of little square houses, but it enchanted me just the same. It was like crossing Delancey. Me and my doggie kids never failed to have a semi-magical walk there every evening and more on weekends. Since our morally mandatory move to culture-free Concord, CA, we have found nothing at all like magia de casitas cuadradas. 5 years later, we are still looking for a Delancey to cross. But there is magic everywhere. We are always looking high and low like Mae seeking Totoro. I’m glad you get your little square houses back next year. Meanwhile, I look forward to reading what magic you find on your freshman route. Baby you can drive my car … Beep beep’m beep beep yeah.

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