A lot of New Jersey is horribly over-developed. Do you guys know what a bash and build* is? The state real estate PACs bury their hands deep inside the local politician’s pockets and tickle their balls, so they generally get whatever they want. There are, however, some really beautiful tracts of land that were set aside as nature preserves. I can’t imagine how this was allowed to happen. Perhaps someone was light on a bribe one week.
We like to take walks in the nearby woods. (3-Year Old Daughter calls it “The Jungle.”) There are some walking paths of varying lengths that take you on a twisty stroll through the trees.
I am so torn between this life and the life I live(d) in New York. I love them both equally but for different reasons. Admittedly, it’s a happy problem. And don’t worry. I hang on my cross for plenty of other things that carry a lot more weight than this. But it is a conflict, nonetheless.
Just look at them.
I’m not trading this for concrete and asphalt. I know people have been raising kids in the city for many generations, but The Daughters and Mrs. Wife seem genuinely happy here. Remember: Happy wife. Happy life.
So here I’ll stay. When I think about it, it’s really not such an unbearable banishment after all.
* Someone buys a small house—usually a cape or a bungalow—demolishes it, and erects a garish multi-million dollar vertical monstrosity in its place.