I Hate Nature...Sometimes

I am from the city.
Not the suburbs.
The city.
We had alleys and traffic and I took the city bus to school and when I was late I took a cab.
We walked a lot. There were sidewalks.
And museums, And different cultures and food and people and ideas.
Every once in a while, I miss it.

My beautiful family and I live waaay out in the burbs. 45 minutes from DC or Baltimore.
But, I do love it.
We have a huge yard. Huge.
And a great big house and animals and space and a long safe driveway to ride bikes and skateboards and a wonderful community and great schools and nature.
but every once in a while, I need to get out of the fucking nature!

Autumn would be one of these times. Yes. It's beautiful. The leaves are turning.
The breeze is blowing. But fucking nature is everywhere.

Our HUGE county fair goes on in late September.
Yup. County fair. With food and crafts and a shitload of animals and hay and grass and poop and nature.
And of course my little angels want to wallow in it and see every damn creature and pet them and make friends and frolic in the hay. So we go. Often.
That was my catalyst to get the hell out of town.

That, and pumpkin patches. I think I hate pumpkin patches too.
The ones out here are way out in the boonies, on a farm with more nature.
You park in some mud hole and gather with thousands of your friends while the kids clamor to go through mazes and jump on bouncy things and jump in dried corn and go to the petting zoo and take the fucking hay ride so you can trek through more mud and pick up way too many pumpkins that you now have to carry back.

So, this momma needed a break.

I just needed sidewalks and taxis and public transportation and museums and trash and traffic and a couple homeless people and culture and a sad little tree surrounded by a fence and buildings close together and people who didn't know me and don't want to.

Luckily, I have a husband who loves me and knows of my breaking point with nature and my need for city. By my damn self. No kids. Quality Becca time.

Chicago was out of the question. Not enough time or money.

But DC would do.
So I hired a sitter for a Friday when the kids had off school, and I left.
I stayed in a hotel. I walked on sidewalks.
I took a cab and I rode the metro.
I went to museums and lingered.
I went to a coffeehouse.
I hung out with a few great old friends.
It was fantastic.

And now I am ready for more nature.
Just no more pumpkin patches.