A Room with a View
Don’t get jealous, but this is the view from my home office.
When there were the first murmurings of moving away from St. Louis, we thought we’d move West, not Southeast. The East coast has trees like these (I’ve counted 26 within my office view), something I found sadly lacking in Colorado.
My husband had always wanted a little bit of land and maybe a pond or a lake out back. He wanted to be far enough from the city to see the stars at night.
I knew I could live just about anywhere as long as:
- There was high speed Internet access, preferably wireless
- There was a Target nearby (and a Lowe’s, a good grocery, and a coffeeshop — Starbucks welcome)
- There were good schools and good neighbors
We’ve found our home.
Sometimes I do get homesick. On a recent trip to St. Louis, West County Mall rose in the distance like a consumer oasis (our one-floor mall, while providing quick shopping, somewhat lacks in panache). I miss the anonymousness of the big city, the variety and selection, the seemingly endless options and the busy-ness of crowded highways and streets. I miss the history of the place.
Then, I’ll look up in the neighborhood sky and see millions of stars, or run to the store and bump into a new friend, or just look out my office window and feel at peace.