Today is another scorcher as they say. So I did laundry. I will not miss the loss of a washing machine. Well, maybe. So much physical activity goes into it. Washing, rinsing, wringing, shaking, hanging, pinning. And you get to look out on a long stretch of laundry drying and swaying in the sun and wind. Leaving the windows open you can just make out the smell of the detergent. Yes, I know that I will take pleasure in a washing machine once at home — but the physical relationship I have with all aspects of my life here will be missed. Which leads me (meanderingly) to what I’ll really miss . . .
A car free life. I walk everywhere I go. Maybe bi-monthly I’ll find myself in a car (including taxis). I have not pumped gas into a vehicle in 7 months. I have not smelled the fumes, paid the money, and not been tempted by a candy bar while standing in line. In order to get to work, I walk. If I want to go to the store, I walk. The unbearable weight and responsibility of auto ownership and maintenance is the sole reason why I question if I will be happy living somewhere forced to pile in, crank up, navigate, curse and sweat in the metal trapped humanity that is America’s highway and roadway system. Traffic is dodging tourists here. And the stress of all of that driving there, combined with the physical benefits of walking here honestly makes me not want to come home. I know, I know, everyone is thinking, “well just do that over here Julia.” Whatever. It’s difficult. I don’t want to ride a bike. I don’t necessarily want to ride public transportation (although would take that in a heart beat). And I know people who do it, but they eventually break down. They succumb to the convenience once it’s too hot or cold. I just want to be able to depend on my two feet to get me most places I need to go. I need a city that is planned as such. Rant over . . . job search in full swing. And yes, I’ll be buying a hybrid as soon as I can —if I must.