Relative Something

It occurred to me yesterday that our new living environment will be one which is surrounded by wood-paneled walls. I have been in a house with painted drywall for 25-years.

We did not set out to find a log home. It was quite a surprise to discover the property listing which most appealed to us included a home that looked like our “cabin” at the lake. Bonus! I think the new environment will do wonders for my state of mind, even though I haven’t particularly noticed a problem. It just feels like an improvement to me.

Add to that, the fact that I won’t look out the window and see the side of my neighbor’s garage, but instead, a forest of trees, and I will be experiencing a double-dose of state-of-mind improvements.

But it doesn’t end there. I will be able to step outside and not hear the sounds of auto traffic. That’s a luxury we don’t even enjoy at the lake.

On the way home from the day-job yesterday, I contemplated the duration of my current commute, and imagined how different a frame of mind I will have when that section of the drive becomes just a fraction of the total trip. Already, both Cyndie and I have recognized a shift in our perception of what constitutes a long duration of travel.

Having the destination be such a dream-come-true, does wonders for the amount of driving we find ourselves willing to consider accepting.