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It happened when I was out to dinner with a friend and her fiancé; they were talking about landscaping the yard of the house they just bought. I felt a shift from a 20-something to the phase of adulthood where vacuum cleaners become acceptable birthday presents. I still rented and didn’t have much of an interest in landscaping…or vacuum cleaners.

Friends were starting to get married. Children would be next. And then we’d be locked in. We’d buy houses, adopt pets. And to move to some place new would become contingent upon when the school year ended.

Career felt like it may be next if we permitted it. Years would pass when we were looking the other way. We’d get too comfortable, as much as anyone can get too comfortable these days. We’d become Clark Griswold waiting for the Christmas bonus having already committed to a pool. Those of us who didn’t want yards or to host poolside barbeques would become few.

For some, a yard is a source of comfort. They want to be surrounded by a ring of grass, or at least a patch, so that they may sit outside in a lawn chair, grow their own herbs, and tend to something that’s theirs – to something that’s comfortable. They want stability and to know what’s expected. This, I believe, is most people, and the world would be chaotic if it wasn’t. For those who want something different – watch the time. Creating the discomfort necessary for change is a constant investment.