I laugh, "Are you serious?" He is.
"You mean another street like Heather Avenue?" He does.
I tell him that at least once a day I wish I lived on Heather Avenue again or anywhere other than here.
When we got engaged, we bought a beautiful condo in a very desirable area of San Francisco, on Heather Avenue. Restaurants abound. Our gym was 2 blocks away. I walked to the grocery store everyday to buy the freshest produce and meat for our dinners. Each morning, Brian and I headed to the local Cuban cafe for delicious coffee before he hopped on the bus to go to work and I headed back to my home office.
Heather Avenue represents a childless utopia for us. A place where our time, money, and sleep patterns were our own. Where my biggest worry was our Direct TV reception being knocked out by high winds.
But was it a real or imagined utopia? Honestly, a little of both. Life as DINKS (dual income no kids) in San Francisco was amazing, for the exact reasons mentioned above. We loved our home and everything it represented - pride, security, success. But our upstairs neighbor was ex Semper Phi who thought he was still in boot camp the way he stomped around on those floors. And a few times a year, just for good measure, he liked to knock his fiance around. Every decision made in our 4 unit building, like changing the color of our mailbox, had to be voted on by our homeowners association. And quite possibly worst of all, no karaoke machine past 10 pm. WTF!
It's funny how the mind sugar coats our life experiences, and child rearing is no exception. Right now I bitch and moan about my kids as they drive me to the brink of sanity each and every day. I'm sure in 10 years I'll look back at this time longing for my boys to beckon, 'Mommy, come play with me.' But the reality is they were probably pulling at my pant leg half whining, half screaming, 'Mommy, stop typing your blog and come play."
1 comment:
ahhh, heather avenue. life was good then! memories, la la la.
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