The stories of Asher to Zephan could fill many a blog entry and most definitely will. My two little boys fill my days with such an array of emotion and activity that I need a place to capture (and vent) all that happens in our busy lives in the city.
The city…ah yes…today’s first entry in my blog unfortunately won’t focus on all the cute things little boys say & do. Today I need to write about my love/hate relationship with urban life. Over the summer Matt & I made the difficult decision to move our family from the semi-suburbs of Philly, to the actual CITY of Harrisburg. Now, compared to real cities Harrisburg is nothing. It’s so small and manageable and surrounded by cows on all sides. This is what appealed to me about it. I have an absolutely magnificent rehabbed 100 yr old house that most people in this market would’ve been able to pay cash for. (We weren’t so lucky.) I have amazing little shops and an Italian bakery close to home. I can take my boys down by the riverwalk for long walks along the Susquehanna. On nice days, I can go over to the Broad Street Market or Strawberry Square for some very yummy and reasonably priced food options. I like feeling like an urban-mama and being part of the hustle & bustle.
But living in the city has it’s real down sides as well. I am wary of the potential for crime. I keep all my doors locked at all times and worry about how friendly my baby boys are with people on the street. I wonder how growing up without the freedoms of suburbia will affect my boys. Our yard is so cute and yet so small. This is also life in the city. I am tough and not one to back down. This is a new adventure for us, and I am willing to give this citylife thing a go. But…I am not without my fears.