A few days ago I was walking my son home from preschool and I had one of those moments where I was struck by my own life.
Here I was, pushing a toddler in a stroller down slate sidewalks and listening to my preschooler prattle on about how much he loved his new school. The weather was amazing. It was one of those perfect fall days where the sun is hot but the air is cool. We were all in jeans and flip-flops-my favorite combination. We walked past beautiful Victorian homes with fancy wrap around porches. We could hear the train whistle in the air. All I could think was, really, this is where I get to live?
I used to dream my life would be this way. Literally, I dreamt about walking my kids to school. I dreamt about living in a town where I could knock out every day errands on foot.
I never thought I would find this place. I thought towns with train stations and slate sidewalks, existed only in New England towns-on television. I sometimes worried, if these places did exist, they would be too small to satisfy my fast-paced personality. I had no idea I could move to New Jersey to find a small town that was big enough to fit me.
It is easy to see what is wrong.
But some days, when the breeze blows just right and you can barely hear the train over the sounds of happy student giggles, it is easy to see what is right.
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