Last night, while my husband was building a set, I took a walk.

But not around MY neighborhood.  We’re leaving MY neighborhood.

Instead, I went down to Five Points, where we will soon be living.  And I decided to walk around OUR neighborhood.

See, I’m not really excited about this house.  It’s a fine house, and it will do, but it’s not really much of what I wanted in a house.  Bryan pushed hard, though.. something about that house, he REALLY liked.  I thought, you know, it’s just a year.  I’ve lived in worse for longer, so this is do-able.

Last night, as I walked around, I realized why he pushed so hard.  Because I LURVE this neighborhood.  I love the old trees, and the arching canopies of shade they make.  I like the sidewalks, well-used and well-loved.  I miss knowing my neighbors by their old-southern names.. Fern, MeeMaw, Gladys.  I can’t wait for all of us to walk down to Sazio’s or Thai Garden for dinner.  It’s a neighborhood where The Boy can feel safe.  It’s a neighborhood where I don’t have to worry about someone pegging my dog with paintballs.

I have missed historic Huntsville, and I can’t wait to be back.