Over the rainbow. One day my ship will come in. The sun will come out tomorrow. You can't get there from here. We gotta get out of this place.
You get the idea. Any more to add?
So the Gray Lady had this story last weekend about the Hudson Valley being the new Williamsburg. Yeah, you probably read it and rolled your eyes. Me too. And yet... Memories of my time at Bard come back as I imagine that Lynchian vibe to the industrial decay in Hudson, the creepy woods, the expansive view from Blithewood...I'm swept away imaging a little house in the Victorian section of Kingston, the little shops, driving on 9...and of course the brutal winters, the mosquitoes, the actual lack of jobs...
So that leaves me back in lovely Brooklyn. Why yearn when I'm here in a neighborhood so sought-after that it is deservedly derided? Is it just human nature? My nature? Have the last few years just been what life is like when you're raising a small child? Is it too much to want urban living with a house and yard?
Which just brings me back to cliches. You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes...
Well, at least now I have a good song in my head...
Maybe like me, you are neither a city or a country person. If I could choose, I would live in a village--walkable streets & shops AND chickens in the backyard. What could be better? That was the nice thing about Bard, you had friends around, could walk to see a play or film, and then go hiking in the woods. Kinda like a village?
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