After years of attempting to move from a dilapidated house in the city to a fairly-well-kept up place in a neighboring village, I finally succeeded. The conclusion of my long-standing goal was less satisfactory than one might imagine.
Years ago, there were several businesses I patronized out here: the big grocery, the fabric store, the record store. All are gone, though a big new grocery is to be built here within a couple of years. Presumably, this very large grocery will attract other businesses, and will likely create a demand for more frequent buses (currently there are two bus routes that go past here; one every half hour in both directions, and the other bus route is more variable and only comes by here once in a while).
I used to walk here from the city quite a bit — I was good at taking very long walks. Naturally the ageing process has interfered and I am no longer fond of the very long walks.Ironically, a new library and grocery are being built in my old area. Each will be usable this year.
I realized even before I moved, that the village was no longer the place I wanted to live, but no other option presented itself. Possibly I didn’t try hard enough to find suitable arrangements in the city.
I already know that I don’t want to live here long-term. The main reason I moved here was that the house was no longer livable and this place was available. Now that the danger of the roof collapsing on my head, or any similar disaster, is no longer a probability, I can focus on things I want to do.
I miss watching the cars go by on the drive at night (and wondering where those people could be going). I miss not having a nearby parkway –the parks out here are generally small and a bit of a hike from where I live. Luckily, I am sure that I will be able to rectify my error and I will soon be repatriated.