IT’S NOT THE easiest navigating through the downtown these days as parts of the Gate City have become like a cruel maze of streets. I admit, I recently tried turning on to a portion of super-long Kinsley Street, only to have my vehicle rerouted along with several others through a winding and sometimes, confusing, dusty path.

Yeah, I freaked out because I couldn’t reenter Main Street from my usual travel routine (boo-hoo) and had to head back to the Walnut Street oval area and begin anew. Meanwhile, even my gas-guzzling Buick was losing patience, and time was a-wasting. I was fuming because all I wanted to do was head home after an extended drive and appointment.

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I am not upset with the city. In fact, I am happy, and many other residents join me as Nashua gets into the nitty-gritty of performing much-needed road construction, paving and gas line work. But, to be honest, it seems like forever. Just about every road you happen on consists of long delays as flaggers motion you to stop or proceed, and hardworking crews go in for loud repairs and the like.

If you’re lazy like me, then you don’t check in with the NashuaNH.Gov website for the updates. The city prints the necessary information there and reminds residents that schedules can change “due to unforeseen circumstances such as weather, equipment malfunction, or contractor employee issues.”

You would figure that I or anyone else who has previously spent time living in a huge city could hack it. New York is probably one of the world’s leaders in noise pollution and ongoing construction. For anyone who has lived there, you know about the constant hum, the maddening decibels and annoying loudness produced by industry, people and traffic through Manhattan’s famously tight corridors.

It’s a rude awakening, to say the least. But here in Nashua, there is barely a downtown sonic assault. We, actually, have it quite good.

As I sat in traffic at my favorite intersection located at Main and East/West Hollis Streets, right by City Hall, I observed a young family waiting for the pedestrian crossing signal to give them the go. There were four of them on a late Saturday afternoon. It was a pleasant day with temperatures in the low-70s. There was a mother holding her baby, a little boy walking along with them and a father pulling a classic red Radio Flyer wagon.

The woman held a grocery bag in one hand and her baby in the other. The child carried a big bag, and the man held a couple of bags and pulled the wagon containing three or four more grocery bags.

If I am correct, one would assume their journey began at Shaw’s grocery store several blocks away. That’s a long walk for anyone, considering you have a baby and young child with you and are holding packages and pulling a wagon full of items.

And yet, there they were, happy and content and slowly making their way up Main Street. Who knows how much farther their destination was.

There I sat in my car, suddenly feeling spoiled and unappreciative. Perhaps, a quote by author Robert Brault makes some sense:

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”

Ms. Stylianos is a Nashua native. Her column is published weekly. She can be reached at jtania512@gmail.com.