Like George and Weezy

It's moving day.

The family is moving out of the suburbs and heading downtown. The circumstances of our years in the 'burbs have more to do with the health of my mother-in-law and my wife's obsession with owning an in-ground swimming pool than with my interest in the quiet life. We moved from a nearly downtown house to the ranch style because my mother-in-law's health kept deteriorating and we needed to get everything she needed access to on one floor.

And the house had a pool. Well it was less a pool than a money pit. The previous owner took such poor care of it that we spent so much money that we could have put in a new pool at the other house and come out about even. But that's how much my wife wanted it.

I felt blessed to be in the house because it was near one of my brothers, but wouldn't count myself in the truly happy column. Not that we had a bad time there. Milestones were observed. My son learned to ride his bike. I got my first big screen, high definition television. I started blogging on my varied interests. Things happened that were good.

Yet I find my apprehension odd because I was born in the country but feel more comfortable in the bustle of the city. I remember always being that way and it was a trip to New York City 12 years or so ago really put the bug in me. I was lucky enough to stay in Manhattan near Times Square and I remember walking through and being infused with the feeling that "I need this." All the things I was interested in were right there. I even put my name on the waiting list for Cats, which at the time, seemed like it was a couple of years long. The week I spent there was exhilarating.

That isn't to say that I wanted to settle in New York. I wanted the activity. I experienced the same thing on my many visits to New Orleans. Most of the things that held my interest were in the French Quarter and Central Business District. The entire city is beautiful, post Katrina notwithstanding, but walking the Quarter was my favorite activity.

Long time readers of this blog know where I'm going here. The Law of Attraction is at work again. I've attracted the outcome I want. The mortgage crisis means we're getting out of the house and getting a bonus. Tomorrow we're moving into a high rise building all the way up to the 28th floor. The view of downtown is magnificent and I find myself staring out the windows all the time.

And the photographer in me can't stop thinking about the photographic possibilities. I've been mulling around the idea of an Urban Canyon series and, because the Law of Attraction works all the time, all of a sudden, I have a fantastic vantage point with which to shoot that project. As that television theme said, "we're moving on up."

George and Weezy would be so proud.