When the Gentlemen of the Road Tour landed in Troy in late August, we packed up the Border collies and moved into a house near the music festival.
And I was reminded of the move from the country to the city that happened when I was 11. My mother told me and my siblings frequently that we now had neighbors.
Now, as an adult, when I made the temporary move from country to city, I was again reminded of the neighbors. Houses were just yards away. Instead of seeing fields and trees, chickens, a cat, I saw buildings, people walking by, cars zooming past.
My peripheral vision, tuned to catch any movement, went into overload. My auditory senses, tuned to hear a vehicle sound, a human voice, did too.
The Border collies, though well-traveled, had an adjustment to make. So many people, noises, movements, in a 48-hour period.
When they returned home, they sought at their favorite spot and took much needed naps.
Monday, September 9, 2013
I now get why people freak out at our curtainless windows
Labels:
Border collies,
city life,
Gentlemen of the Road,
rural life
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