It's quiet (no main drags);
It's got big trees;
It's nicely-groomed, for the most part;
It's historic;
Folks are friendly, if and when you see folks;
It's not far from my neighborhood, but far enough that I feel like I went somewhere.
Twenty years ago I was happy to live in Hollywood near Fairfax and Beverly, close to a TV studio and a popular shopping district. Now I crave quiet, serene calm.
Welcome to middle age.
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"MiddIe age is when, when you're home alone at night, and the phone rings, you hope it's not for you."—O. Nash.
Who says its middle age? Maybe we realize how important the serenity and calm is because its taken that long for us to realize what is important? I know people younger than middle age that thrive on calm...
'Tis but a number!
I would go with KBF on this. I know it took me some time to realise what matters.
Aw heck Petrea!!! That's what middle age is all about...realizing what's important!!!
I used to live in Bungalow Heaven, one house north of Orange Grove. It was anything but quiet--we could hear traffic on OG and the 210, there were drug dealers living just south of OG, and because my street went straight through to Washington, there were cars speeding up and down at all times of the night.
Still, I loved my little Craftsman and only moved because our family got too big.
Well, I'm not complaining. I'm enjoying middle age much more than I did my youth. And you're right, it has more to do with where I am mentally than physically.
Laura, that sounds like a case for speed humps! Too little, too late, I guess.
What's the saying? ... Oh yeah... Youth is wasted on the young!
Middle age is having been alive when the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament utilised the semaphore signals for N-(uclear) and D-(isarmament) as their symbol. Nobody seems to remember what it means these days but I must confess it makes a nice lawn ornament.
I was born at the same time as the symbol so that qualifies me as middle-aged; you, Petrea, being only twenty-eight or so, are still but a child.
It was certainly wasted on me, Chieftess.
I didn't know that, Dive. Thanks for the history lesson. Because, as you mention, I'm too young to remember.
Family are like goldfish—if they get too big, stop feeding 'em.
Thoughts on middle age: Strive to be intellectually alive and young at heart -- humor helps too...or not...
After all, we're all 29, right?
Thank you, sweetie.
Ms. M, I like being my age and knowing what I know. I wouldn't relive my youth, but if given the opportunity I might relive my middle age.
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