After 10 years and two kids, life in New York was no longer my dream. So instead of facing another brutal winter waiting for a city bus that may never come, my husband and I packed up the kids and headed south. As much as I miss my beloved Brooklyn, it was time for me to get the heck out of Dodge.
This is my story of learning how to drive again, rediscovering the joys of grocery stores with aisles wide enough for a careening cab, and dealing with the frustrations of the carpool line.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Little Engine That Could
Driving through downtown Birmingham can be a little depressing.
I see cars but no people.
Storefronts are empty, doors are locked and every now and then you might even catch a glimpse of tumbleweed blowing down the street.
But on 1st Avenue South there’s a 19-acre stretch of land that makes me think the glass might just be a quarter-full: