Always a fan of adding new routines and rituals to my life, I've implemented a nightly walk around my neighbourhood. I really love my neighbourhood and sometimes I forget why. Sure, it has its grit, but it's just enough to make you appreciate the lovelier blocks. The east end is fully of tall, mature trees, stately homes - each one different from the last, stunning inlaid lead glass windows and doors and some of the most beautiful gardens and facades, which might surprise you.
(Since I was trying not to look like a weird creeper, these pictures don't even begin to do them justice.)
Tonight, I ventured out and took a tour of some of the lesser travelled blocks around mine. I said hello to 4 people and got 3 in return - not too shabby. I noticed a lot of trash on the main street and plan to go do some neighbourly trash collecting tomorrow. Really! I will.
As it began to get dark, I got to do one of my favourite things: look in on people's homes. I've loved doing this since high school and I'm really only interested in the decor and set-up. I'm not spying on the people - they're rarely doing anything interesting. But that window of time when it's dark but curtains have not yet been drawn is one of my favourite times of day. I'm pretty sure I saw a hoarder. I'll keep an eye on that one.
Walking around I remembered events or experiences that have happened around these streets. There is the well-manicured lawn with the automatic sprinklers that provided heat relief on a 3am walk home from a friend's party. There is the corner where I asked the weird cabbie who kept wanting to hold my hand to let me off, lest he find out where I actually live. There's the mailbox that I'm always reluctant to put my mail in because it's often tipped over and (presumably) filled with soda pop. There is the spot where I saw the cat with the chip bag on its head. Still hilarious. And then there's my house, my porch, my driveway, my back deck - the scene for so many amazing and wish-I-could-forget moments, although only a few of the latter. I love living here. So many friends nearby and so much "you have to look for it, but it's there" beauty in between.
My neighbourhood is beautiful and I enjoy these summer strolls. East end forevah! Or at least until I become a diplomat's wife and he makes us move to Ottawa.