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- Charlie, Resident North Shore of Chicago
Charlie is back! Just yesterday he sent an update on his struggle with big house addiction.
But first, to hear my nervous radio debut, click on Inspirista - Girls Night Out. I talked too much, interrupted the radio hostess - who was delightful - and according to my husband, shared too much personal information. But I have always been open and trusting, and since I'm 50-years-old, those character flaws are here to stay.
And now for the main attraction, here is Charlie:
I’ve progressed on my journey – and recently completed a level-headed inventory of my addiction.
I only told half the story last time – the saucy part about addiction and excess. A fair inventory would include some items from the positive side of the ledger – so here’s an example of how the big house is a force for good….or is it?
August is the best month of the year. Camps are done, people get back from wherever they go in the summer, and everyone pushes to finish the summer with a bang.
Our phone rings off the hook, our driveway is full of bikes and kids run wild all over the place.
My wonderful wife treats our little guests with fruit, crackers and juice, and the big house is covered with empty bowls, cups, wrappers and leftover clothes from kids too excited to take them home. The big house is the late summer destination of choice for the elementary and middle school set.
Across our street is a pond often lined with fathers and children fishing. There are trails and woods too. We see lots of friends walking, fishing, on bikes and in cars – and we often stop to chat. Great community interaction happens on our front sidewalk.
At night, when we go to bed, we’ve got a routine where my wife and I visit each kiddo, tuck them in, and tell them how much we love them.
After that, as the day ends, it always hits me: the big house is excessive – it’s dark and empty – like addiction. It takes 33 steps from tucking my boy in to the threshold of my bathroom – too big. My wife goes to one room, I go to another – too big. Too big, too expensive, too isolating, too pretentious, too much. Great tile from
This leaves questions about the source of happiness: Is it the big house, or is it our lives, friendships and involvement in community that really makes us happy?
The answer is clear.
The next step is to develop a treatment plan for the addiction. If you haven’t suffered addiction in your family you should know that the only thing an addict hates more than change is the way things are – so the next step will be interesting…
…and I’m working on that.
CharlieUntil next time!