This is a list of the things I love about where I live…
*The smell of the trees and my wooden stairs after it rains
*How secure a hiding place it is when I play Gotcha
*Living above the line of yellow smog that accumulates in the valley
*The bizarre architecture
*The absolute knowledge that when our old house was not selling quickly and my mother was worried about losing this home, it would be great. We’d get it.
*My human neighbors
*My doggy neighbors. I think the sign that reads “Dead End” should say “The Dogged End” instead.
*The ridiculously high ceiling in my room that allows me to have a ridiculously tall bookshelf.
*The abundance of wild life that visits. I especially like the refugee deer who escaped from the Bountiful slaughter.
*That after a major snow storm, if I look out the window above the kitchen sink and glance around to all the other windows, it looks like I’m in the only house for miles.
*The night we moved in, I did cartwheels across the floor.
*My yard was built before landscapers gouged out hills to make them level, thus leaving my backyard nice and sloping.
*It’s haunted house potential.
*Despite my being frightened to leave during snow storms, it is an adventure each time.
*In summer, I can see all the green trees below. In fall, I can see all the golds, browns, reds, and yellows. In winter, I can see all the lights and the plows. In spring, I can see all the blossoms.
*Random holes/storage spaces.
*My first week living here, a giant wolf spider visited my room.
*We don’t have a front yard. Only a forest.
*A little sprig of a plant found a way to grow just inside our front door.
I recently realized how the delight I initially felt upon moving into my current dwelling place has slipped into a state of forgetting what I have. Not every house has easy access to a waterfall. Not every neighborhood is overrun with dogs. Not every street is a dead end. I’ve always loved this place. But only recently did I remember just how much. Some call it a fairy tale world, some call it a haunted house, some call it the weirdest design for a house they’ve ever seen. Whatever you call it, it is a wonderful place to be. Not just for the house itself, but for the elements surrounding it. Especially for the elements surrounding it. I hope I don’t forget again.