Places don't change, people change

I loved living in DC. Craig and I met there at Georgetown, we married there, started a family there and had no intention of ever leaving. And, really, if we had more money or fewer children we'd probably still be there. I could easily write a list of things I miss about being there right now, especially all my friends who still live there. I also have to admit that I, like many city people, was always a little smug about living there. The assumption being everyone would live in the city if they could, and those that said otherwise were just sad that they couldn't or, perhaps, delusional.

The truth is, however, that living in the city is hard, especially with kids. Schools are hard, space is hard, money is hard, crime is definitely hard. You get a lot out of it, don't get me wrong, but you have to believe that the city is the best of all possible worlds because otherwise it wouldn't make any sense to live there. Not when you could spend a lot less money for a lot more security and a lot less stress somewhere else. For some people, that belief never goes away but for others, like us, it does. Not because the city changed, it didn't, but because we changed or, rather, our lives did.

Four kids is a lot, four boys is chaos, and four boys in the city, well 'nuff said. Our lives simply didn't work there anymore. The time, energy and money you generally have to put into making life work in the city, we needed to put into our kids. Most of my close friends got it and, while sad to see us go, were incredibly supportive of the process. For people who didn't, though, it was hard to explain it. I remember seeing understanding in one person's eyes when I finally said that we had 6 people in our family, which meant a minimum of 24 coats to hang up, and no coat closet. Things that you can make work with fewer people, just didn't for us anymore. So Craig and I decided it was time to make the big sacrifice and head out to the country. We knew the boys would be happy and that was all that mattered. I figured I'd be lonely and a little adrift, but I could make do. The thing is, I love it out here.

I love my sterile little subdivision, just the type in which I swore I'd never live. There are 10 boys in the 9 houses immediately surrounding ours, all just around my boys' ages. For the first time ever, I am not in charge of my children's entertainment. I don't have to drive them anywhere or make play dates or do anything except feed them breakfast and tell them to come in for lunch and then dinner. Their play is completely self-sustaining. I love that I can go days without hearing someone ask to watch TV. I love that I know that, for the most part, everyone parents like I do so I don't have to worry when my kids go into their friends' houses.

I love how incredibly nice everyone is out here. One of our neighbors barely knew us when he helped get Drew registered to play on his baseball team. He's the same dad who was teaching Carter how to throw a football the other day. When I was stuck in traffic coming back from DC, I called a mom who actually left the grocery store to come home and meet the bus so my kids wouldn't freak out when I wasn't there. A complete stranger stopped in the store today to chat when Aaron used his new word, "hi," on him. The owner of the gym I joined started a conversation with me on Saturday, just because. These people are amazing. Everyone smiles and says hi and wants you to have a nice day.

I also love me out here. I'm not frazzled and stressed (which I handle oh so badly as we all know), Warrenton Laura is actually a little laid back. I get all the kids paperwork to school on time, generally know what I'm making for dinner before 4:30 pm and when I think of an errand I have to do, I simply do it the next day. I'm not constantly trying to catch up. My house is clean, our clothes are washed and put away and I'm reading books and, yes, even writing again. What's not to love about that? So I thought I came out here for my kids but, really, I'm here just as much for me.

When I left the city, I assumed it was temporary, that once the kids were gone I'd be heading back (maybe even when Aaron was still around). I could see myself living in a great condo just steps to restaurants and museums. And, maybe I will be living there in 20 years, or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll buy one of those quaint old houses in the heart of Old Town Warrenton that I love to admire when I drive by them. Because as much as I loved living in the city, that's also how much I love living out here.