The City

Since we’ve returned from the beach, our move is more or less imminent, even in the minds of our children. The first time we drove back into the city, I heard behind me Kate exclaim, with a joyous sigh, “the city! We get to live here!” It was the sort of tone children might use when describing Disney World. To our children, the city means living near friends and our church, being in closer proximity to museums and other fun parks and places for adventure. In some ways, we will all miss our idyllic small town street, big yard and sweet bungalow. But we are looking forward to our new home in our new neighborhood, a true urban neighborhood with shops, restaurants and mixed income housing, with a rich and important history. We are blocks away from a research university and hospitals, and within a mile or two of the all of the business district and museums. It is a neighborhood I could see us growing old in. Believing that we needed our time in the bungalow and God used it to grow us and heal us, we are still looking forward to moving to the city, for more reasons than these. The city has drawn us in.