I like to exercise in the mornings. This is for a couple of reasons. One, I like to wake up and start with something that makes me feel good. Two, I like to “get it over with” and not have it hanging over my head for the rest of the day. What if something fun comes up? Three, it’s Texas, so the morning is the only time it is pleasant enough to be outside and be more than a few feet from a pool. Four, I really only like to shower once a day if I can help it.
I took a walk this morning, and it was not a nice morning for a walk. It was (still is) very overcast and drizzly. I walked along a long, dead-end street with a very unusual collection of houses. It is the kind of neighborhood that my husband describes as “urban-rural”. I live in Austin, and this neighborhood is off of a busy street. But the houses are on big lots and there isn’t a lot of traffic along it. In fact, that is something that I love about this street; you don’t have to get very far down it before the hum of the busy street disappears.
There are houses with big fences and passcode-protected gates. There are houses with horses and at least one house with llamas. There are houses with cars in the front lawn. There are houses with dogs in the front yard. There are manicured lawns and overgrown ones. There is a hand-made sign warning drivers to slow down for “fawn crossings”. There is one house being completely rebuilt and another one that has recently been remodeled. There is also a house that looks mysteriously empty, with an electric fence in front of it. There are side driveways that promise more than one house if you traveled down it. There is a hint that there is some kind of bridge tucked in the back, since someone’s house is “on the left past the bridge”. There are thickly wooded areas and wide open fields with dilapidated sheds scattered around.
I like the cognitive dissonance I experience when I walk around this neighborhood. I am not even half a mile from my house, yet I feel like I am miles away from Austin.