My knowledge of the current city I call home is expanding rapidly, particularly as I search for convenient routes from my home in Princeton, Texas, to McKinney, where I visit my wife daily as she recovers from surgery.
We moved here almost five years ago. We found our “forever home” in a subdivision that remains a work in progress.
But my usual route to anywhere west of Princeton had taken me along U.S. 380. I have found a new route that goes a good bit south of 380 and, more importantly, away from the traffic that often clogs the highway to virtual standstill.
However, I have discovered something as I travel back and forth between home and the hospital: It is the existence of sites prepared for even more development. The area south of Myrick Lane and west toward Bridgefarmer Road is full of sites ready for slabs to be poured. I don’t know how many of them are out there. Rough guess? More than 1,000.
I can see utility lines installed. Lots have been leveled. I now await the appearance of the ubiquitous cement trucks we often see traveling hither and yon through our neighborhood. Those trucks seemingly are as ever-present as the log trucks we witnessed in the Pacific Northwest or the cattle trucks we would watch traveling through the Texas Panhandle.
To me, the cement trucks are a sign of explosive growth, which doesn’t bother me … as long as the city is planning smartly for it, which I believe is the case at City Hall.
It just is eye-popping to realize the that all that site preparation eventually is going to result in countless new residents moving to the community my bride and I have grown to love.
Don’t mess it up.