The area where I live is a major vacation destination. Obviously, when I lived in New York City I lived in a major tourist destination, as well. But where I live now is different. While tourism is a bit part of the Big Apple’s economy, it’s one of many major engines. Where I live now, tourism is the biggest game in town. And the difference between the on season and the off is unmistakable.
It’s actually kind of a lovely thing to witness. I’ve never seen an area transform so markedly from one season to the next. I grew up in a college town, and so perhaps there was some variation between when school was in and out. But I was a child then and children see everything through the prism of their own interests, so whatever changes came were lost on me.
This winter has been very mild. I’ve been able to run outside with few hindrances from the weather since last October. The usual ice and snow have been almost entirely absent. But I can tell that it’s winter as I run along the empty beach (except for a few hard-core all-weather surfers who make me look comparatively sane) and pass miles of houses that go dark and dormant from Labor Day until Memorial Day. A few visitors come for the autumn foliage, but the emptying of the shoreline is dramatic and abrupt.
The green shoots of anticipation are beginning to appear again now. Construction projects are cropping up here and there. Property owners are showing up to see what needs to be done before their summer renters arrive. Soon I won’t be able to run along those same beaches without weaving around slow-walking out-of-towners, and the nicer restaurants in the area (of which we are lucky to have several) will suddenly become hard to get into again. Things are waking back up.
So here’s my question for this week — tell us something about the feeling of where you live. Something appropriate to the nascent spring would be great, but not required. Tell us something subtle about where you live that you have to live there to notice.