I get it. Sometimes change is necessary. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it. It doesn’t mean I have to accept it right away. I’m sure I will one day. But in the immediate moment.
When I was about 14, maybe 13, my little brother and I fought. A lot. He’s about five years younger than me so we were typical siblings and we beat the crap out of each other from when I was about 11 to 14.
Fighting ranged from screaming, punching, hair pulling, and all things siblings do. We were quite ruthless. I’ll just say he was an evil child. He isn’t evil now, that I’m aware of. We have fun.
Well, it got to a point where my mom went in for a doctor’s appointment and asked for his opinion on how to get us to chill out.
“Let them at it!”
I’m sure that wasn’t the easiest thing for my mom, but she went with it.
So about a week after she went, of course, we got into a fight. Well in this fight, he decided to kick me. So in defense, I blocked it. In my block, his toe met my hand perfectly enough…..to break it.
He whined and cried that it was broken, moped around, army crawled around the house, etc. My mom didn’t believe him at first, but after a few days of him not giving up his act she realized there was probably something wrong.
So around a week after my mom met with the doctor, she takes in my limping little brother.
“What happened, Big Ed?” he asked.
“My sister broke my toe.”
He had to be dying laughing inside.
And sure enough, it was broke. Perfect timing too during his basketball season.
But you know what? I really don’t remember fighting much after I turned 14 and went to high school. There more more important things though, like boys, gossip and new friends.
So parents, I say let your kids at it. Let them learn themselves.
When I was six or seven years old, I had a first year where I wasn’t downtown for the Fourth of July. I don’t know if I was sick or if my parents just didn’t go, but I watched from the second floor of my house. There’s a good view from that room, and I looked at it a lot.
To seal my interest was spending five years in downtown Indianapolis for both work and school. I couldn’t have asked for a better college education at a better place. Sure, traffic was crazy at times, but that’s not what stays in my mind.
Most people I know prefer being away from “the city.” Many prefer to be in the suburbs, away from downtown. Possibly on some land and just out a bit for privacy.
Then there’s me.
I love the city. I love being downtown. I don’t know what it is, but it’s where I want to be.
When I visited New York City for the first time in September, I was fascinated by the people, the buildings, and the atmosphere. I had a NYC hangover for months because I missed the atmosphere.
But being there and having visited a few other cities, I have learned to appreciate our city. It’s a nice place and it’s never as jam packed as you might think it would be.
Except for this week.
I didn’t know what to expect and was completely blown away. I went downtown four times, enjoying an atmosphere I’d never experienced here.
The city really outdid themselves from the Zipline and roman numerals to the parties and concerts. Even during some of the craziest moments, everyone still had fun.
Every day this week I’d walked the streets of downtown I was just amazed. And I hadn’t realized how easy it was to get from one end of downtown to the other. It’s pretty quick.
I really spent some time this week getting to know the city even better. Now I’m just ready to be in it. A lot of people have kind of looked at me like I’m crazy when I say that’s where I want to be.
But a place downtown, up enough to have a view of the city’s skyline and in walking distance to almost everything I need, that sounds pretty good to me. And it also cuts my drive to work in half.
I don’t know what will happen in the next year, but I’m going to keep my fingers crossed things work out and I might be able to live in a place I love.
I’m proud of the city and it’s been an incredible week. One I’ll never forget.