When I think about what my life should be like, I tend to imagine the mundane. From watching lots of old black & white sitcoms while growing up in the suburbs, I simply see a more idealized version of that. A nice house with a decent yard, a friendly community, quaint local shops, raising kids, getting old, and that’s about it.
I didn’t particularly enjoy my childhood, but I think that was due to family issues more than a dislike of the lifestyle. Within a positive family environment, I have a feeling it could work out well. And after living in a single-wide mobile-home in a trailer-park, my longing for such a lifestyle has only grown.
Of course, having had the family I did, I very much appreciate the importance of creating a supportive atmosphere that facilitates smiles. Witnessing the effects of anger, abuse, and negativity forces me to adopt a different approach to life, encouraging me to maintain a positive attitude.
Lately, I can’t help but look through real estate listings of nice houses with decent yards in pleasant little communities. I even went so far as to attend an open-house. I’m not in a position to make such a purchase, nor do I see a logical path to that ability — so I turn to wishes.
Therefore, this Christmas, I wish for a nice house in the suburbs with all the trimmings. I know it seems self-indulgent, and I suppose it is, but there’s also those with whom I live that would appreciate the room to grow and the schools and the neighborhood and all it has to offer.
Thank you for your consideration,