Our Neighborhood

We walk to friends’ houses to play.

We no longer walk to the ravine, or the lookout.

I drive on the freeway way more than I ever have the whole time I’ve lived in Seattle (since 1992!).

I think about the river. I see the ocean.

The park we play it is at the top of a big hill.

Our “Yard”

I do maintenance work with other people (who aren’t related to me by blood).

We have a vegetable garden.

The kids go outside, out of my sight, to the common house.

We have a pond.

There are no cars onsite. The kids ride their bikes down the cobblestone path.


Energy

I have a consciousness about where I spend time and why… This one might be a post in itself, but it has to do with a clearer sense of input/output… how what we do socially can be fulfilling or depleting and how to be aware of that and find ways to stay on the side of fulfilling.

Rom seems like the extrovert and I seem like the introvert. Totally unexpected, though it’s been a joy to enjoy Rom in his element in this way. Taking care of the kids and hanging with other parents. Taking the lead on a community project. Dancing all night at the New Year’s Party. Plunging in the ice-cold ocean on New Year’s Day for the “Polar Bear Swim.”

We got there late, and these neighbors went BACK IN,
just so Rom didn’t have to go alone. Now that’s community!

Common House

We eat there, cook and clean. We spend less money on groceries. (I didn’t anticipate this, even though I knew we’d be eating common meals a few times a week.) I do my laundry there. I get my mail there. I attend meetings, meditate, watch the kids (not just my kids), have conversations, watch my husband play pool, deep clean the sofas, share joys and concerns, swap clothes, clean up toys, and play foosball with Orlando there. At the common house.

these plans are not for our common house, but our common house is similar

Our House

We get rid of things. I cannot believe that since we’ve moved here, we have made at least three trips to Goodwill, even after all we got rid of before the move.

I clean up the kitchen regularly (I guess because it’s right there in the middle of our living space).

Rom and I share an office, which feels cozy and good.

The kids have a bed in their room, which they sometimes sleep in. :)

When I’m inside my house, I know almost every person I see walking outside.

We have two bathrooms. Woo-hoo! We’re living the American Dream! (Well, sort of, except for the hippy-dippy living in community thing.) :)

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