We live in the “city” now, or at least that’s what our friends say, although calling our town a city seems laughable to me.
What it really means is that we live downtown, and that denotes a completely different way of life, one which I have taken no time at all to get used to. It is beautiful here. I love this town. I love walking everywhere and I love being able to pop out for half an hour, just to see what is going on in the main square. I took the picture above Sunday evening, as the antique merchants were loading up at the end of the market day.
Living in town reminds me of when we lived in the mountains, and we walked into town everyday, went to all the little shops on foot, and enjoyed countless short, friendly exchanges with people on the street, most we knew, but some we didn’t, and the interaction added another, richer layer to everyday life, one that I missed after we moved, in the years when we lived on the outskirts of town and I drove everywhere in a soulless car.
Now I miss the quiet, the green, the smell of clean, fresh air, but I still go running there to get my fix of that and so, all in all, city life agrees with me.