“There’s no place like home.” – Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz
“I can’t wait to be there!”
Naperville, our home since 1978, is a pretty nice place to live. Don’t believe me? Others see it the same way. Pick any of those lists – Best Place to Live, Best Places to Raise a Family, Best Public Schools, Safest Cities – and Naperville is always near the top.
Nice, of course, but I have my own reasons for loving Naperville.
Family first. Our two children liked growing up here so well that this is where they’ve raised their own kids. Within minutes, we can be with them.
Long friendships are here, too. Right across the street are two couples we’ve known since we cheered on our own tee ball players. Every month, I get together with some first-house neighbors, still calling ourselves Craft Club although we haven’t done a craft in decades. Our histories are intertwined, going back to carpool mom days, on to mother-of-the-bride dresses, now seeing our grandkids head off to college. It’s easy to get together with my teacher friends, too, and reminisce about our classroom days.
While Naperville is big – population around 160,000– It’s typical to run into a familiar face while popping into the Jewel for groceries, or in the dentist’s waiting room, or out for a walk. It keeps its small-town feel, with Municipal Band concerts in Central Park, cover band performances at the historic Naper Settlement, a farmer’s market, a couple of art shows, a Memorial Day parade that kicks off summer and the Last Fling parade brings summer to a close.
Naperville has always been kid-friendly, and it makes me smile to see kids on bikes, beach towels draped around their necks, heading to Centennial Beach, an old quarry that was transformed into a popular “swimming hole” in 1931. On a Saturday morning the familiar beep from a neighborhood pool– there are over 20 of them all over town– lets me know that a swim meet is under way, and I can still conjure up images of my own two little Stingrays, now the parents of teenagers, throwing themselves off the diving blocks in their first races.
And then there’s our Riverwalk, a local treasure. A walk to its west end winds past a playground through a tranquil woodsy stretch along our DuPage River. Today, the air is perfumed with lilacs blooming along the brick path. The walk near Main Street, lined with an ever-changing palette of flowers, bustles with people. Along with good old Midwestern English, I’ll hear a blend of languages – Spanish, Polish, Indian, Chinese. Not everyone was born here! Young parents point out the ducks and geese in the water as they push strollers. Little ones reach into our dandelion fountain to get their fingers wet. Clumps of teenagers slurp their macchiatos and do what kids do – hang out.
Like so many other walkers, I never tire of our brick paths or the covered bridges that span the river. Away from downtown, pretty parks, pretty neighborhoods, pretty houses, including some bearing historical markers from the 1800’s, keep away that cookie-cutter predictability of some suburbs.
And restaurants? Everywhere! What’s your pleasure? Italian, barbecue, steaks, burgers, Asian, seafood, ice cream? It’s here. And shops! A world-class indie bookstore plus some big-name spots – J.Jill, Chicos. All just a mile walk from our front door.
What’s not to love?
Still…. When the air turns chilly in October, and I have to hunch my shoulders to stave off the cold, I begin to think…
“I can’t wait to be there!”
Sarasota beckons.
A fantastic place to live. Atop the lists of Best Place to Live, Safest Cities, Best Place to Retire.
So, like the Clampetts, we load the car with way too much stuff, much of it packed into black plastic garbage bags, and off we go! Two days on the road, and we’re in a different world.
In Sarasota, we’ve gained a bunch of new friends from all over – Buffalo, Long Island, New Hampshire, Indiana, Germany. We snowbirds are a sociable, fun-loving bunch.
No boots needed – ever. 70 degrees in February? I prefer slipping into the pool for water aerobics instead of slipping on icy sidewalks.
Away from gloomy skies and wraith-like trees, we are treated to the sight of palm trees, lush bougainvillea and magnolias. Like the Swiss Family Robinson, we delight in our tropical neighbors – sandhill cranes strutting along our roadways, herons and roseate spoonbills flying overhead, and alligators basking in the sunshine on the banks of our neighborhood ponds.
Viewing the sparkling Gulf of Mexico never gets old, whether from the white sands of Siesta Beach or from the walkway on the Ringling Bridge.
What else? My writing group. An array of theater performances. Boom-boom shrimp tacos. Grouper sandwiches.
So. as I said about Naperville, what’s not to love?
Neither pace is without its flaws, its minor aggravations. But why talk about those?
While Naperville is HOME, Sarasota is home too.
Lucky, lucky, lucky us.