Sunday, July 22, 2012
Looking at Natick as an adult, it's an idyllic place. A Main Street of shops and cafes - from art and yoga studios to hardware and liquor stores. The Natick Common, a green space with a gazebo, and outdoor concerts and events all year. High-quality public schools, suburban neighborhoods where kids can still ride bikes in the street. I was reading recently about the loss of the American Dream; but as far as I can see, Natick embodies it.
As an adolescent, I hated the neatness and simplicity of it all. I always had a taste for the grandiose and dramatic, and dreamed continually of worldly sophistication - of travel and adventure and rough edges. Natick always seemed sterile. The ways people here connect to their community - things like gardening, and getting involved with local politics and sports teams - never made sense to me.
I was thinking today how my sister and I both rebelled at Natick's civility in our own ways. She has found her comfort zone in environments of poor, victimized women; I've surrounded myself with non-English-speaking circus people.
Posted by Shana at 6:10 PM