The Things That Stay the Same
...examples of a beautiful life
Finding the Beauty We Exist In
There is an urgency when leaving a place, to finally experience the things that have constantly surrounded you, but that you have put off until tomorrow. Perhaps that is some of the silver lining in a mandatory move, the need to immerse yourself in the life culture you currently exist in, before you are taken out of it.
That is what we face now. Living in the natural splendor of New Hampshire for almost four years now and being a short drive from the equally beautiful states of Maine and Vermont, we have squandered our time here. All our visions of weekends on the coast in a quaint B & B, shopping and coffee in laid back Burlington, attending the hot air balloon festival in Quechee, seeing the gigantic homecoming bonfire on the green at Dartmouth College, or even skiing Killington, or any of the many slopes that surround us, were nothing more than unrealized daydreams.
We took for granted that these things were so close to us and we could go "anytime" or "next time" and now we are running low on time. We have less than four months to claim as many Upper Valley experiences as possible!
To be fair to us, we have expanded our family by two since moving here, and there are certain experiences that a third trimester woman or a screaming infant would not have especially cared for. Still, we have missed out on challenging and fun exploits simply because we were too tired, too content, or too lazy to leave our house.
Here's a for instance, my favorite poet is Robert Frost. I mean I've loved him since I first laid eyes on his work my freshman year of high school. I actually wrote a second stanza to his poem "Fire And Ice." One of the first, great gifts my husband gave me was a book titled The Poetry of Robert Frost. Imagine my delight when I learned that his childhood home, a lovely little farm, was just a stones throw away from me, in Derry, NH! More than that, it was open to the public, included tours, displays, trails, and poetry readings, all for free! Have I gone there even once? No. I muse a few times a month on how lovely it would be to go, but then I think of packing a diaper bag, and car snacks, and the potty training three year old, and the nap schedule of the one year old, and even just getting dressed in something other than yoga pants; and going today turns into going tomorrow, turns into going next weekend, turns into maybe next month.
Well, not anymore! I vow to do at least one locally significant (to me) and fantastic thing each week we remain in the Upper Valley! What did we do this past week you wonder? Well, we went to the city of Nashua, an hour and a half away, to go to the mall. Hey, we may have started small but we gotta start somewhere.