So with that I find it rather amusing that I realized the other day I live on the edge of the universe so to speak.
My back fence is the border between:
- The city/county line
- 2 Zip codes
- 2 school districts
- Our church neighborhood congregational boundaries
- Stage legislative district
- 2 Police and fire districts
- 2 Water service districts
- 2 Trash services and recycling services
- And other random little things
It is, to be honest, not a bad place to be. Himself gets to be technically in the 'burbs. I get to be a few minutes from downtown and have access to city services without having to pay the extra city taxes. And - bonus! - we can have chickens in our yard. Seriously. We don't actually have chickens in our yard, because while I love the romantic notion of raising my own chickens and gathering fresh eggs in the morning (particularly since I'm apparently raising kids who would happily subsist on nothing but eggs and sliced apples), I really have no desire to actually have chickens inhabit the same space I do. But still, because we live on our side of the fence, we could have chickens if we wanted. And really that's all that matters is the notion that one can do something, even if one will actually never do it.
At the same time - the other side of our back fence may as well be Mars - short of standing on a step-stool to yell over it, the people that live in the mysterious redbrick house on the other side walk in totally different circles - schools, churches, neighborhood meetings, legslative affairs - heck, even their trash comes on a different day.
Kind of mind-boggling for a kid that only had to dial 4 digits to call someone in the same town until she was in the 9th grade.
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