From Chester County to Lancaster, what a difference 20 miles makes!

Lancaster County, is growing on me. I did used to miss the great food, shopping at stores that weren't walmart or an outlet of some kind and being close to my family. The Amish and their carriages seemed strange to me. As I travel to Chester County at least twice a week, I am reminded of their feeling of entitlement BMW & Mercedes SUVs. Trucks that look like they have never carried a single payload. You'll see this once you make it out of the inner city of Coatesville where the poorer people of Chesco have to live. There are violent crimes committed regularly in Coatesville, unemployment, substandard housing. That would be where I could afford live if I remained there. Instead I drive about 18 miles on 30 West where I rent an entire house with a yard for $650 a month. My daughter attends a brand new school with dedicated teachers. My children live in the middle of farmland and know all about animals. Sure, bad things happen out here too, Puppy Mills etc., but it is safer. and you are not constantly reminded of the wealth that you don't have. Is there a recession? You would not know it driving through West Bradford where I grew up. I give credit to the good people of Chesco. that fight to save open space. They must remember how wonderful it was to see woodland and horse farms. Chester County was a great place to grow up but as I grew I kept feeling as though I had moved to a different place as I watched the incessant developers slap up "Houses staring in the low $300's" along my favorite landscapes.

My Golden Retriever

My Golden Retriever

Thursday, March 25, 2010

About me

Well, here I am doing something so self-serving as blogging, when I can barely find time to drink a cup of coffee, take a shower or make the beds! What would my mother think?

I will turn 35 in the next month and I have two children. My 6 year old girl(who got out of school at NOON today ) and my boy, he turned 3 in October. I have finished about 3/4 of a bachelor's degree and then had my son, I thought I would take a few months off! Well, I separated from my husband when my son was 8 months old and have not gone back.

The divorce was for the best. There is no way me and Daddy were going to make it for the long haul. In fact I am not quite sure exactly why I eloped with him to Elkton MD in the first place? Maybe because I was 26 and had credit card debt? No, that's not all, I loved him and thought I could help him. I did help him, in a way I suppose. He is remarrying in May and the woman is what I would consider to be much closer to what he actually needs then I was. We get along when we don't talk about money and the kids see their Father is what I am trying to say.

I go to night school and I am getting my massage license, hopefully some time in August.
I never knew that the people who were massaging you had to know so much, I thought it would be all "hands on" learning...I am not sure if that pun was intended or not.

Well, as I approach 35 I am thinking about the words of my therapist....to paraphrase; 35 is the onset of the mid-life crisis for women in which we will think "Do I want to be doing what I am doing now for the next 30 years" & "Do I want to continue on this road?"

The surprising thing is, she is right....I am thinking these things! This justifies her fee of $120/hr, (she only charges me $75). It's like I am having someone explain a really interesting novel to me and ( ta-da!) the novel is me. This woman knows so much...about me! I want to read the next chapter, even if it costs as much as a really fantastic haircut & color.

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  1. AnonymousMarch 27, 2010 at 3:20 PM

    . . . just wait til you're 50, that's when the real mid-life crisis begins, depending on how long you live, of course. This could as easily be an end-of-life crisis I'm experiencing . . . WTF do I know? Or, perhaps the crises never end? Life is difficult. And that's okay.

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