One day last week, Abbott had a playdate with a friend after school. Cal and I dropped in on a friend of mine who lives in the same neighborhood, while we waited for him. It felt good to be able to do that - I wish my life was more full of dropping by and having people do the same, here. This all took place across town, in the neighborhood we used to live in. We lived within walking distance of this friend. I found myself looking around, a bit in awe. The architecture, the views, the vibe all felt unfamiliar, and spectacular because of it. I remember after moving, thinking about how much more I like it where we are now, compared to where we were. As the saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt, I suppose.
This friend and I have similar tastes in books, among other things. I can reliably get a good title from her, and have passed on many good ones her way. She recommended The Dovekeepers that afternoon. I'm a little way into it and so far, I'm spellbound.
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I know how that feels to walk around an old neighbourhood, familiar but somehow strange. I love the bricks and light shining through here, it looks lovely. Thanks too for the book tip - noted!
We were just visiting my in-laws in Monaco and for my husband it was like walking down memory lane. Although it is only 1/3 the size of Central Park, so many changes. I love going back to familiar places.
Thanks for sharing your read.
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I just started the Dovekeepers two nights ago and I can't put it down. totally engrossing!
The brick, the lush landscape. I'm feeling nostalgic and I've never been there.
Thanks for the book suggestion!
familiarity can be a double edged sword: it can breed contempt, but also fear of the unknown/unfamiliar.
We don't have a dropping in sort of life, either, and I wish for my girls sake that we did.
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