We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
To be 16 again... A quote today from the 16 year-old pup this morning: "Tell Mom when she gets home from church that I'm meeting friends at Grand Central. We're going to SoHo to hit some galleries and have lunch. I'll be back on the 6:30 train. Can I borrow the credit card? Thanks, Dad - Love ya. Wait, do you have any spare cash?"
When I was 16, NYC had the same gravitational pull on me that it does on her. It still does, I guess. When Aristotle said "Man is a political animal," he meant an animal of the "polis." I like 'em all: polis, suburban, and rural, but have always aspired to "rus in urba" (or is it "urb"?) as a half-baked and unsatisfying, but necessary, compromise. As long as we can hop a train, or hop in the car, we can have it all. Farm, city, and friendly suburban neighborhood. What a great country!
So pleased with her vitality and investment in life that I forgot to ask whether she meant the 6:30 departure or the 6:30 arrival.
"As long as we can hop a train, or hop in the car, we can have it all. Farm, city, and friendly suburban neighborhood."
NYC is THE polis, though. Have considered cities and towns in my home state, but they're either too built-up with strip malls and ugly suburban big homes everywhere or transformed into overgrown, over-commercialized and fakey "trendy" college towns (ugh), to include that of my dear alma mother (can't bear the place now). Surrounding rural areas often have uninteresting small towns nearby which have in large part demolished their built history in favor of new, fake old, and tired hippie retro, and the surrounding countrysides are losing their natural charm and pristine character fast. There's developer money in them thar hills.
I give up on my state- development is taking an unaesthetic toll. There are more interesting locations, if one is to try to keep one foot in the countryside that stays as such and another in the city that is a real city. And it's a fun hunt.
Ah, shouldn't sound so negative on Texas and should add that certain people should take a chance on the places and a certain person there.
But others of us will be more interested in other cities, states and countrysides. To each his or her own. I'm liking the East coast still-- even the Northeast with snow, which isn't good for anything but downhill speed, Norman Rockwell winterscapes, and a lot of shoveling.
Fact is, NYC is a city, all right.
BD, your daughters are living the best of both worlds. Mine, too, when she can escape from fun urban Manhattan to friends' walden ponds, aggie farms, art installation ruralscapes, and celeb Mountauky retreats.
Wanted to run away to NY recently. Was catching a connecting flight there and contemplated walking right out the door and disappearing into the city. Would love to bail out of being a responsible adult now, but no can do. Duty calls. It was my father who showed me how to stand up and do the right thing. Thanks Dad-Love ya. Forever.
One can be a responsible ADD-ult, go to the city, and do his or her duty. Just depends on what that dooty is. For ex., mine dictates that i do so (and it be a civilized and appropriate one.)
But good for you for seeing through the life you needed to see through! I've done it, too, in a bargain of lesser evils. Life keeps moving on, though, and at some point there are still moral and optimal choices to be made-- stay or no.