Yesterday I woke up to an unexpected turn of events. On my way to work, my mom called to tell me that a story had been published in The Birmingham News about our old historical house in Morris that I grew up in. Apparently the church directly in front of it, which my dad has always had a property battle with, wants to turn the woods right next to it into a parking lot. This may not sound alarming, but I wish you could have seen the land when my family first moved there back in 1989. The church was much smaller then and in an older building behind a patch of trees. Standing from our front porch, trees lined almost every side of the house, except for a portion of Counts Road where our driveway was. Over time, the church obtained more property, trees came down, and they eventually built a larger building (next to the smaller one) directly in front of our house while we were still living there. Due to small town politics, my dad was unable to purchase some of the land that is now in question to become yet another parking lot for the church, and it would be obscenely close to the house (less than 100 feet)…while also knocking out a beautiful patch of woods. You might be wondering what the big deal is, and it’s the fact that our old house is one of only two historical homes in the Morris area. It was built in 1898, and is just gorgeous. When my parents decided to move to Birmingham after my little brother graduated from high school, I was so sad to have to say goodbye to it. I almost have a human love for it, as if it is a person in my own family. So hearing of this news yesterday really hurt my heart. My dad and I (along with my dear friend Will) decided to make the trip out there last night for the Morris Town Hall meeting to hear its fate in person. Luckily, the current owner is fighting it with everything she’s got…but sometimes it is close to impossible to deal with small town mentality. Turns out that they are resubmitting the parking lot plans to the zoning committee so no decision was made last night after all. I hope they realize that historical value should always trump the need for a parking lot…especially when they have other options to expand. So frustrating and sad. It may not sound like it in this post, but I actually love Morris very much and am always glad to say I grew up there. But in times like these, I wish they would expand their horizons a little.
So, I turn 33 in a little over a month. I find myself having to process that thought a little more than other birthdays in the past. I am fairly certain it’s because we have preconceived notions of what our life should look like at certain points… and while I am close to what I envisioned, it still feels like something is off. Not necessarily in a bad way, it’s almost as if I’m on the horizon of something big and I’m having to wait. I talked to my mom for a little while last night on the phone before going to bed and we explored what might be making me feel this way. She felt pretty strongly that it was because I am moving to a new place mentally and that just takes a little while to get used to. Plus I am constantly pushing myself out of my comfort zone in different ways, which is awesome and scary at the same time. I think it is OK to feel out of sorts every now and then, it’s very human. I just need to remember to be kind to myself and allow my feelings to be what they are as they happen. That’s the beauty of being alive.