You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?
I always loved “Once in a Lifetime” by the Talking Heads. Maybe I was have been having an existential crisis since middle school, but I really don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Never have and I doubt that I ever will.
This is not some Peter Pan refusal to grow up. Rather, I find myself wondering how I ended up the happily married father of two children living in suburban idyll. I have no complaints about where I ended up. I just wonder how I ended up here. So when I find myself behind the wheel of a large automobile on the way to my beautiful house to see my beautiful wife I truly do ask myself, “How did I get here?”
Through a series of choices, none of them really planned out more than a year in advance, I ended up living a life very different from that which I would have guessed at a decade earlier. Not better. Not worse. Just different.
What does current me still value that old me would recognize? Nothing, save one–a clean, healthy environment. Old me wanted such a place because I lived outside. I spent hours a day on my mountain bike, swam in rivers, slept under the stars, and generally lived the life of a dirtbag. Current me wants such a place so that my children can live that life if they so choose and so that I can grow old enjoying it with them. In the end, I guss my desire for a healthy planet is selfish. I will make no apology for being selfish in this instance.
That is the moment my green misdaventure started. How could I turn my relatively normal American suburban life green? Stay tuned…