Some days I sit and see the connection friends have amongst themselves and I long for the days when I was surrounded by good friends. It’s inevitable; people, move on and friendships fall apart, not because of choice but, because we all become so busy with other things that we no longer find time to visit or call. Some of us will try and find time to at least comment on a friend’s Facebook status before getting swept back up in the tediousness of our lives.
It’s not intentional for one to blow off a friend, we just lose contact and you know what they say, “out of sight out of mind.” I try to keep up with my friends but, it’s not like it was before. Before we could all go meet up on the porch, now we are all scattered from each other; it sucks. I miss sitting outside with my girls, watching the kids play and yelling “car,” getting into countless altercations and drinking all night on the porch. Aww those were the days….the days on Gary Ct.
I remember moving from Chicago to St. Charles, I was still upset about our move two years earlier from Las Vegas. I had lived in Vegas for seven years and I was not ready to move back to the cold Midwest for anything. Usually when people leave the Midwest for the desert it is for good reason and I had many reasons.
It took us about five hours or so to drive from Chicago to St. Charles in a moving truck, my husband’s truck and my car. It was not the first time I had driven to St. Charles but, it was the first time seeing the apartment my husband had picked out while he was working out there. I followed the two trucks down street after street until we arrived at Gary Ct.
My first impression as I got out of the car was, “what the Hellis this?” I was not impressed; in fact I was downright mad he had chosen such a rundown neighborhood to raise our children in. The back yard was big but, it was on a steep hill, there were no fences and it was just apartment complex after complex after complex. I should have known better, he always moved us into places where white people fear to drive through let alone live. But, it was too late…. here we were with a signed lease and I had no choice but, to accept it.
It took me almost two years to interact with the people who lived on the cul-de-sac. It takes me awhile to warm up to people, yes I know I am weird. LOL Finally, I let the kids outside and got to know my neighbors, with my husband constantly at work I had to do something other than just clean and stay inside. Before long I found out that I didn’t mind living there anymore. The people were generally nice and most of us lived in peace. Of course, there are always exceptions. It’s funny how you find out how many people are willing to get into a fight just to protect the kids who played in the street. You see, on Gary Ctthe yards weren’t worth a damn, so the kids played in the street; riding bikes, playing ball or whatever one does in the city without a yard.
We parents would sit out there, watching them and yell, “CAR!!!” so the kids knew a car was coming. I know what you are thinking and you are right it was very ghetto of us to do but, at least we were watching the kids not letting them terrorize with no supervision. We were a gang of moms and it was one of the best places I have ever lived.
I miss those times, most people cannot say that their best friends lived on the same street as they did but, I can. Unfortunately, the time came for all of us to move to different places and the only time some of us see each other anymore is on Facebook. We have all moved on and although it’s good that we have all turned to a new chapter in our lives, I know they miss our special time on Gary Ct as much as I do.