Tuesday, November 23, 2010
It stirs up all kinds of feelings. The fact that our old suburb made it onto some kind of 'top 10 most depressed' list is disconcerting. It always seemed a pretty happy place to us. Maybe because we were happy there. But it's more the trip down memory lane it takes us on.
We keep spotting landmarks, cafes, parks and shops. All 'our' places. Only they're not any more.
Part of me felt sad about that. I still miss it in a way. It's a vibrant, multicultural area with a lot of colour and movement. What I reminded myself last night was that all that colour and movement was beginning to exhaust me. Along with the parking situation. Now that I think about it, the parking situation may well be why our old suburb made the 'most depressed' list.
This morning, I did the school run and came home and ironed the shirt I was wearing. I was going for a walk 'up the street'. I confess that I would not have worried too much about this if I were still living in our old suburb. I would have carried on regardless. But here, somehow, it matters more that I not be caught out in a completely crinkled state.
Part of me found this a little bit sad. It's taken me two years to become someone who cares about this?
Twenty minutes later, though, I was glad I'd made the effort. In the space of one block, I ran into five people I knew. They're not people who would judge me for an unironed shirt, but I was still pleased to be presentable.
I knew a reasonable number of people in my old suburb. But the chances of me running into five of them in one block were small. More likely, it would have been me and 1000 people I'd never seen before. Hence the lack of ironing that occurred in our house.
Five different friendly conversations in one block. I guess this is what they call 'community'. And it's worth the ironing.