Met up with friends for lunch this afternoon and rode the BMW. I think it’s like 40 outside so it was cold but not intolerable. I love riding on the back of Snakes’ bike. (Words a mother hopes she never hears, I’m lucky mine has a sense of humor and adventure.) Now that our days are truly numbered (pack out in 11 days) I’m detaching from this city, able to view things through a different lens, almost like an anthropologist. Observing the landscape and the people; more interesting and unique than when it was my home and it just bummed me out. So much is broken, buildings burned out or abandoned, thousands of acres of neglect. It makes me wonder if this is one of the reasons I’ve moved so often throughout my life. Moving lends itself to careful observation, which inspires me tremendously. You sacrifice tending a lush and well-loved garden of your own design for the possibility of patio tomatoes, windowsill herbs and fresh cut flowers from the market. You trade your ever evolving domestic style for one that’s easily packed into crates, simple to pick up and plop down efficiently, wherever we may land.
Nope, not a typo- not announcing that I’ve gone all wonky-eyed and reckless. Living without a care in the world, too free wheelin’ to even bother with spell check. I am writing to say that as of this morning, we are living without a car in our world. And right here in the Motor City. That may be against the rules if anyone here paid attention to that sort of technicality. Some may in fact argue that going carless is careless. I say it’s just one less care, but don’t fret, we’re always careful. I digress.
Our transportation situation is transforming in preparation for our move. I work 4 miles from home and have a trusty old Schwinn, Cool Breeze. My one concern is whether Michigan’s notoriously unpredictable weather will cooperate. Though with one week remaining, I can’t say it actually registers as a concern so much as a shoulder shrug.