Yesterday afternoon we took Charlotte to a friend’s house in our old neighborhood—right across the street from our old apartment.

We had plans to go out for dinner, but we asked our friend if we could take her dog for a walk around the block before we go to the restaurant so that Charlotte could run for a bit. She behaves better if she has some outside time before we ask her to sit for an extended period of time. (Not exactly rocket science, I guess.)

That’s how we ended up walking down our old street with three of our old friends/neighbors and their three dogs. Add the three of us and it was like a parade. We were a spectacle. Even more so when we met up with ANOTHER neighbor (former neighbor, I guess) and her dog.

At one point, I stood back to take it all in. Our people. Our street. Our furry friends. I made eye contact with Catch and she said, “I know.” And I know she knows. I know she felt it too. In that moment, we would have traded our house for that tiny little apartment in an instant if it meant we could have our people and our street back.

Unfortunately, the reasons we bought our house where we did are still valid reasons. We didn’t give up our old life on a whim. We wanted to own a house, and we couldn’t do it in our old neighborhood where the houses are being sold to developers for a million dollars cash. We needed more space because 2 adults, two dogs and a tiny human could not have functioned effectively in less than 600 square feet. We wanted to be closer to my parents for babysitting purposes and that decision pays off every single morning that my dad delivers our nanny to us or when my mom shows up on Monday mornings to spend the day with Charlotte.

Our move made sense, but that doesn’t mean we have to like everything about it. For instance, homeownership is providing us with a most excellent tax return, and yet we are going to spend every last dime of that money on a new roof. It’s like the house gave itself a gift. Whoopee.

Today, I am going to focus on the positives of our excursion. We are so fortunate that even though we’re not living there anymore, that place and those people still welcome us with open arms. It’s pretty special when you can be miles away, but still feel like you’re home.



2 thoughts on “NoHo

  1. We have now left our friend-families TWICE to make strategic moves. While we know we did the right thing, we will always long for our friends and the ease of certain things in Eugene, Oregon, and San Diego, California. We always talk about the food and the true delight of friends who come over in sweatpants to B.S. the day away. We love Boulder (and my family is here) but it doesn’t have the friend-magic as our earlier (childless) lives/locations. And this time of year, I especially miss the SoCal climate…

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