Aug
21
This morning we took the kids to a nearby town where we all sat and watched an honest-to-god parade, the first I’ve seen in years. It was charming and quaint and included familiar sights like bagpipers and kids on unicycles and that poor S.O.B who has to follow the horses with a shovel. The kids scrabbled for thrown candy and clapped their hands over their ears when the fire engines trundled by and I kept thinking, oh, I want to live where they have small-town parades.
The silly thing, of course, is that I do live where they have small-town parades. Jesus, we drove maybe fifteen minutes to get there.
I know what I mean when I think that, but sometimes it’s obvious to me that I get caught up in dreams of where we want to be—our someday-home, our someday-town, our someday-lives—and forget that there’s so much here, right now.





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Oh is that Issaquah??? I miss Seattle!!!
A HORSE?!!!!
Yes! There is always so much here, right now. Dumbest saying ever is that the best is yet to come. It’s here! now!
HORSE!!!!
It is beautiful there, but I know what you mean about feeling that there is another home out there. Someday, you’ll find it. Hopefully, sooner rather than later.
Horf, horf, horf!!
When you move to someday town, JB will have to join the bagpipers, kilt and all.
I always think the same thing, when we visit some little coastal town or have coffee in an amazing cafe I am always thinking “this is where I want to live” sometimes not respecting the fact that I currently live in a small town of 7,500 within wine country CA, 16 minutes from the coast, 5 minutes to vineyards and all around me is the quaintness I yearn for outside of my own community, what does this say about me? hmmmmm
That is a fun “perk” of small town life…the parades! And just wait until one of your kids gets to be IN the parade…pure joy :)
i live in a small city of about 17,000 residents. It amazes me how I hear kids whine about how there’s nothing to do here yet I keep a busy schedule shuttling kids from on activity to the next. There’s plenty to do/see/experience if you just open your eyes and look around. I do wish we had more parades here; ours are a bit ’smallish’.
I am always trying to check myself for being caught up in the ’someday’s. The big one is someday we’ll live in our forever house which will be located ________________. We can never permanently answer the where- almost like the expectation is so big that there is no place perfect enough. That is a sad way to live.
Hey! That was MY small town! I live up the hill (in the new development that the old-timers scorn daily). That’s a great little parade isn’t it? Did you go to the pancake breakfast at the Fire Hall too? (There are some hunky firefighters there! LOL) So sad I didn’t see you. Maybe next year.
Oh, by the way, next time bring your bike and ride up the hill. That’s a workout and a half let me tell you!
I live in a town that has a parade, and every year I think about how inconvenient it is to try to get home past the roadblocks. I often wish I lived in an area where I could have my groceries delivered by Amazon. I guess that’s the trade-off. :-)
I know the feeling though. We have been on the move for 14 years now, and I am DYING to settle down, buy a house, paint the fence…… hope I am not missing to much “here” with my “hoping”
Wait, what about the old dudes fezes?! Driving around in wee cars? They’re always my favorites.
I empathize. I miss New England very much, but I live in the Hudson Valley, which is also gorgeous. I work part time at a farm stand where some Massachusettsites bought some peaches today and wished they lived here. They live in Cambridge & have been offered a job in Portsmouth, NH (which is dear dear dear to my heart)…. so we look at each other and wish were were otherwhere.
Definitely good to love where you are when you are there.
Thank you for another lovely post!
Ahem, I used to be in one of those bagpipe bands. Marching in July and August with ten yards of wool wrapped around one’s waist, wearing mens wing tip shoes with the tongues cut out, following the horses – good times. You’re lucky to be on the candy receiving part.
When I read the realtor’s description of the town we live in, I immediately thought, “Wow, I want to live there.” Oh. I do.
Oh that last photo is so adorable. Did Dylan totally geek out over the big draft horses?
Our little town (inside Houston) has parades for the 4th of July that I can not get over. So cute. Car floats, candy thrown to the kids by the firefighters, etc. Looks like it was fun.