You know, not only is my husband a Domestic Hero, but he's a good writing-spot-finder, too.
He found a coffee shop for me to write in when I need to get out of the house/office/mommy role.
Now, I know this doesn't sound like a momentous discovery, but you have to understand about where I live. It's suburban Philly, but it's one of the moral rural areas, just what we wanted. In our old house I felt as if I couldn't breathe, with all the traffic. Remember, I went to Penn State. Back in the day, State College was the biggest town in that area, with the Nittany Mall considered huge. (Since I grew up going to the King of Prussia Mall, Nittany was NOT impressive, but for the area, it was big.)
Anyhow, I digress. So, I went to Penn State, home of the student-friendly squirrels who knew there were other kinds of nuts on that campus that could keep a squirrel fed through the winter. It was rural. Then we moved back to suburban Philly, and the suburban sprawl started. A big shopping complex was going to go up across the street from our neighborhood, which would only increase the traffic headache. I'd had enough.
So I scoured area maps, found a nice township with less roads and more open space than the surrounding areas, a good school district and off we moved.
I love where I live. I love hearing cows--even smelling them isn't so bad. I tell my kids "cow exhaust is better than car exhaust." It sums up the move from one home to the next. I love the peregrine falcons who roost nearby and would make a meal of our kitten if I let her outside. I love the feral cats who live on the farm across the road, the red tailed hawk that landed in the tree outside my front window, the occasional horseback rider riding just outside the neighborhood, the churchbell that rings at 8 am on Sundays and wakes me up... It's very peaceful where I live, even though we're not that far from major roadways.
The one thing about where we live, however, is that it's 20 minutes from the nearest shopping center. The local farmers' market doesn't count as a shopping center, and neither does the tiny strip mall two miles away. I'm talking places where you can buy food, then clothing, maybe some automotive parts, pick up a dog collar, visit a bookstore, etc. You have to go 20 minutes to get to the closest one of those, which also means 20 minutes back, which means 40 minutes of writing time.
So, okay 40 minutes out of my day might not seem like a lot, but when you're cramming it in between kids' schedules, it can be.
Well, Hubs found a coffee shop less than a mile from my house. And I'm typing this from that location. And just as soon as I finish, I'm going back to drinking my wonderful peppermint hot chocolate and enjoying the homebaked chocolate chip cookie she sells here, and get back to writing.
I just wished she didn't close at 5 pm. But then, that's life in the burbs. And I'm not trading it!
So, any little secrets in your town?