How does one make the most of a summer in suburbia? How does one avoid fixating on an escape?
Hmmm...Is this a word puzzle posed to gauge one's intellect? creativity? Perhaps this query could serve as a valuable test of resilience or survival skills.
I'm more than half tempted to create some obscure challenge for myself. Possibly pitch a backyard tent, feed only on the fruits of the family garden, while drawing speculatory glances and back garden wispers of the neighbors for added challenge appeal.
What else could give suburban life an unconventional edge? What tips and tricks can I devise to sustain sanity and gratitude? Knowing that complete contentment is a unicorn, I don't want to rush these days in hopes for a perfection to come.
Just when the isolation and mundanity seems to be draining of vibrancy and inspiration, I open my window to an evening breeze and crickets chirping. The sound of the suburbs: an often unidentified and underappreciated quality. I've lived in busy cities where you try to put the sounds outside your consciousness and you learn to sleep with sirens. Here (in suburbia) I have to relearn to listen. This is my greatest pleasure - a practice in stillness and a pause for awareness.
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