It makes me yearn for a simpler life, but not in a noteworthy faraway time or place. It makes me want to experience nothing spectacular and everything mundane. It makes me wonder about where we're headed, and where we've been, and where I actually belong. I want to be a part of this small life in this small place. I want to go off and see things and learn about the world as a traveler, not as a tourist. I want to coddiwomple. I want to be a nobody in a place of nobodies and I want my life to age and mature like the pale suppressed hues of that neighborhood. It makes me want to live a balanced, slow life. It makes me forget about happiness and instead feel contentment.
