I believe that I want a small, in-town house with at most a postage stamp of a yard. Lawns are for gardening hobbyists or the commited suburbanite. I am neither.
In fact, I’m experiencing a huge resistance to the suburban life. It’s for other people. People who like external socializing. People for whom that’s easy. People who want to be hostesses, or whose needs are so met by their nuclear family unit that they don’t need to see and hear passersby just to know they’re not alone.
Olde Severna Park kind of fools me. I can walk up Riggs Avenue or Avondale Circle and almost pretend that if I turned around and went the other way that there would be a welcome busyness, the hum of commerce, and people to see in action. Then, my street could be the place of quiet escape..
I think suburbs are designed to isolate people. I’ve also read that introverts only make up 15% of the human population, which means that, for many or most other people this isolation is not troublesome--they will find a way to connect because they are natural connectors..
But I’m not. So I want to run away and join the town.
