From our perch

We wake up now to views, space, peace. Our old house was lovely, but the vegetation—trees, shubs, hedges—were the main things we saw out the windows. Even standing in the backyard looking up, there was hardly any sky. We lived on a busy street with car and foot traffic 24/7, much of it noisy. It wasn’t uncommon at all to hear someone screaming as they walked along, alone; or to hear couples arguing at the tops of their lungs going down the street. Cars with booming speakers, etc. Homeless and mentally challenged and emotionally unstable people everywhere. I’d say that the apocalypse is much more fully realized in the Whiteaker neighborhood than up here in the South Hills. It’s not quite Mad Max in the Whit, but it’s getting there. We do get some car traffic and foot traffic up here, but it’s much, much quieter. There is significantly more space between our house and the street, and between our house and our neighbors’ houses. We can see the Coburg Hills to the north, and we can see the tops of trees and glimpses of nearby neighborhoods from our perch here on this this rocky incline. And we have Sky!