Night Owl

I love being in the burbs. I'm even getting slightly more comfortable driving. (The whole looking at the navigation and the road is a bit challenging though - eek.) But I am of course missing some elements of city life. My father in law recently asked me if I miss Hoboken and the first thing that came to mind was my nighttime jogs. I felt so free and yet so connected to everyone around me. There were plenty of people, like me, taking a late night stroll or run. Or walking their dogs. Or resting on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine. Or taking tourist snaps of the skyline. There was loving energy all around. All ages, all ethnicities. Congregating in small groups. Wearing masks. Buying ice cream. It was late, but it was well-lit. There were street lamps, and of course the gorgeous city skyline.

Now I live in the burbs. It feels more country. There are more animals than people. We walked home from our next door neighbors' backyard the other night at around 8pm and it was PITCH BLACK. If I were to go for a jog after dinner it would feel like The Blair Witch Project. No thank you. Thankfully, we have a treadmill. But I want fresh air and that community feel from Hoboken. I may just have to become a morning person and venture out when the rest of suburbia does: in the AM. 

AES