Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Those Guys and Their Trucks

I'm sitting writing this on an iPhone from an autobody shop in the city. Regardless of how confident I feel as a woman, I seem to just lose myself to the girls-know-nothing-about-cars stereotype as soon as I walk through the doors of a place like this. At least I have a stick shift, which proves that I can actually drive. And I pumped gas across the street, so hopefully someone from here looked over and could see that too. Ah well.

Devon and I live in a small town right now, about 45 minutes from the city. We both work in the city. This is also where all of our friends live, so really, we spend most of our time here anyway. We will be putting our beautiful condo on the market this spring/summer, so that we can move back here, where we lived before we moved. Our original plan was to buy, but I think we've realized that there are a few more important things than buying a half-million dollar 700 square foot 40-year-old apartment in the city... because that's what we'd be able to afford.

Why don't we stay in our cute little town in our great little condo?

I want to be able to walk down a street, holding my partner's hand, without those guys hanging out the windows of their Ford F-150s with the fake testicles hanging of the back of their hitches. Tennis balls on a string, or the "real" fake kind. I want to be able to go out to a coffee shop around the corner from my home and see other gay people - not just that one time 3 years ago when we saw a man with pink glasses and a lisp (who was probably just visiting). I want to meet other "alternative" families and I want my kid to grow up in a community where it's okay to have two moms or two dads... maybe even in a community where there's a few kids in the same types of families. I want my kid to know that it's okay if you're gay (insert Avenue Q soundtrack here) and it's even more okay if your parents are gay.

I don't have any time for people who aren't accepting. So, we move from hick-town, pack away the wife-beaters, and enjoy the cosmopolitan, inclusive feel of this great Canadian city.

I can't wait.

4 comments:

  1. Great post. I can't wait to see what your new place looks like. I like the big city-I have lived in LA my whole life-wouldn't have it any other way.

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  2. Good luck! It's so important to feel comfortable where you live.

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  3. My wife and I had this exact conversation just before she got pregnant - we had relocated out of an area chock full of gay families a few years prior for work. And once we knew we were about to conceive, living in anything less than an area where we felt totally and completed accepted as a family was just not an option. People always say it, but you never really know until you're in it yourself - all of your priorities shift when kids enter the picture. Welcome to being a mom! :) (And yeah, feeling like you belong is *far* more important than owning real estate.)

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  4. Hooray for a move!!! Sounds awesome!!!

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