New Mom

I’ve lived the city life for, well, all of my life. I’m tired of the desert (Phoenix, AZ), and want to move somewhere where it’s green.Phoenix:  The heat is ridiculous, the people even more so. Traffic is impossible, and everything is overpopulated. It’s nice having 17 stores within walking distance, don’t get me wrong, but there shouldn’t be that high of a demand where there HAS TO BE that many in such a small area.  Somewhere Greener:Not so much heat. It could actually snow every winter. I don’t want to be snowed in, but watching it fall, is beautiful. There’s nothing beautiful about a big green post that sucks up all the water and pokes you if you get near it (cactus).People are nicer. Maybe it’s because they’re breathing oxygen and not car exhaust all day. Who knows.Life moves a little bit slower. In the city, everything’s a rush, and people even speed up to stop at a stop light. Talk about an oxymoron.  Not to mention, the percentage of people in America who commit a violent crime is 22%. In a town of 1000 people, thats 220 violent criminals. Rather than in a city of 100,000 people with 22,000 violent criminals. I’d rather take my chances with 220. You’re a lot less likely to come across them than you are when there are 22 thousand for you to meet.I don’t exactly live in the best part of town.  I went on to www.familywatchdog.com, entered my zip code and found that there are 72 sex REGISTERED offenders in my zip code. Yes, it’s a fairly large zip code, but, that’s still a lot when their pictures are on there, and I can recognize way more than a handful. People I see at the grocery store, people with kids, people I see drive my neighborhood, and people I’ve waved to while they walk their dog. People who, on the outside, appear to be friendly and good people. That’s just ridiculous. Plus the people who haven’t been caught yet, or never will be caught.Amber Alerts have become way too common, and just another “oh man, I wish there was something I could do” scenario, as we continue our lives. I don’t want that to be my kids. Nor myself for that matter. I enjoy the smile on my daughters face when I take her outside in her swing. She watches the birds, the trees in the wind (palm trees), and listens to the…….. sirens of police cars and emergency vehicles flying by. I hear them at least 5-6 times daily. I want sirens to be a once-in-a-while, close-to-never occurance near my home.There would be nothing better than to take my daughter outside, and have her watch real trees (not that palm trees aren’t real, but I don’t consider them trees), flocks of birds, the weather, see the hills and/or mountains and get to know wildlife in reality, because honestly, Animal Planet doesn’t even come close. Having her breathe fresh, clean air would be amazing.Looking outside, and not being able to see what my neighbors are watching on tv, would also be amazing.Everything is so close! So close to people you don’t know. So close to people that you’re not sure if you can trust. So close, that you feel like you live WITH them instead of next door. I’m not claustrophobic in any way, but that’s just a little too close for comfort.As my daughter yells at the laundry I just folded, that she demolished the piles of, I realize life is too short to live unhappily. We’re moving once we have the chance. (Money, time, etc.) Which shouldn’t be too long. -Soon to be somewhere else   

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