Civilization! It’s encroaching!
I like to pretend that I don’t really live in the 5th largest city in the nation.
Well, it’s more than pretend; I live in one of its suburbs.
In a very far-flung region of one of its most outlying suburbs.
I’m not a city girl at heart, can you tell?
Even though I work to make certain to appreciate where I live, instead of resent it (as I used to), I still cling to the un-city aspects of my locale. One of the things I’ve been fond of saying, since we moved to our current home (a number of years ago) is, “We’re 3½ miles from the nearest stoplight.” Well, that is soon to be shortened by a mile.
I saw, yesterday, on my way to the grocery store, that the city is in the process of installing a stoplight. Granted, it’s at a place that, frankly, needs a stoplight. There’s not so much traffic, but such that there is, combined with a poorly engineered curve in the road, makes it so that it is very, very hard to turn against traffic at that intersection: one has to wait a long time, and when one turns, have more than a little bit of faith that no one is going to come zooming over the hill and around the bend and t-bone one’s vehicle.
In my mind, I actually re-engineered the particular intersection, and had come up with a way to ease the flow of traffic, in such a way that would not require a stoplight. Even though I went through that mental exercise more than a year ago, city planners never deigned to ask me what I thought about it, and had the audacity to install a stoplight. ~sigh~
So, now I live 2½ miles from the nearest stoplight.