An Alternate Life

So I went pumpkin picking today around an hour outside of Baltimore. We drove through small towns on our way there instead of on a freeway. I always get very pensive on long rides (if you can't tell from my last few posts) and I started to notice the scenery change from tall buildings, no nature, and chain stores, to forests, winding roads, and spacious houses mixed with quant small town stores. My car started to talk about how nice it would be to have a house out in the middle of nowhere. And I noticed an elderly couple moving a plant along their porch, an abandoned tricyle in a driveway, and pumpkins in flower pots. All little signs that hinted at a life so different from ours that we could never experience, but only imagine about. At the pumpkin patch we were the only people our age. Everyone else was either extremely young or middle-age. So not only were our lives in completely different places, but we also dressed very differently. Whereas most of my group had on sunglasses and boots, all the other moms had jeans, tennis shoes, and were dressing more for comfort. It's weird to think that our lives right now are so different from how they're going to be in ten years, and soon we'll be in the tennis shoes.