I wish I could feel the same about the street I live on, it’s cramped and narrow and bleak and full of confused big cars. And one way only. I definitely used to feel a sense of warmth and relief turning into my suburb and road at my last place, though.
The Western Hwy past Bacchus Marsh. 110 on the highway with the music full blast.
My favourite suburban street that I love is my own. Turning into my driveway. Bliss.
I wish I could feel the same about the street I live on, it’s cramped and narrow and bleak and full of confused big cars. And one way only. I definitely used to feel a sense of warmth and relief turning into my suburb and road at my last place, though.
Oh that’s sad. At least you get to cat sit some lovely kitties.