I live out in the country, and that was my choice. I wanted to be away from people and their noises and their big machines. I didnít want a booming bass to rattle my walls, or stomping feet to shake my ceiling. I didnít want cars blocking my driveway. Almost as important, I didnít want to have to worry about my own booming bass and stomping feet. I like being outside the tumult.
There are occasional disadvantages to living on an island, of course. What if the bridge is out? Thatís how it seemed today. I felt as if I spent half the day waiting for the light to change so I could get across the freeway and back into the world. The world is where the bank and the grocery store are, and itís also where I had to go to pick up D.J. from school. The world didnít want to let me in.
Iíll take the trade-off, though. If I have to put up with the interminable wait for the longest traffic light in the world the change from red to green, thatís a small price to pay for what I have out here. When I lived in town, I could see a traffic light from my front window. I could see cars running the light. I could see cars running into each other. Iím well out of that mess.