Just a Peek inside the lives of others

My husband, Dave, and I spent last weekend in San Francisco.  I had a training I needed to attend on Thursday and Friday, which meant Dave got to play golf during the day (a sacrifice no man should ever have to endure).  When I finished my training, which just happened to be down near Fisherman's Wharf, we hopped on a Hop on/Hop Off bus tour and saw the sights of the city.  We had visited the Golden Gate City about 18 years ago, so we had a lot of reconnecting to do with the city. 
On Friday evening, we jumped on the bus and decided to take the full 2 1/2 tour around the city.  The tour was great, chock full of narrated tidbits about the city's sights and history.  We just so happened to cross over the Golden Gate Bridge just as the sun had set and a light fog settled over the top of the orange bridge.  Stunning, we both thought.
As we made our way back into the city, we sat up top of the open air bus, staring as the city's lights lit up all the sights.
We made our way through several neighborhoods with varying types of housing architecture, all of which we found fascinating.
The best part, I thought, was being able to peek in the windows of the homes that were now lit with candles, lamps, or even some overhead lights.  As we slowed to a stop by a red light, I looked in a window at a dining room filled with a family of four settling down to a dinner.  I found myself strangely attracted to what they might be eating or doing.  The next block was the same thing with a different scene inside the Victorian style house.  One light was on, the t.v. was on and there was  lone gentleman sitting in an armchair watching the t.v.  In the next house, a couple sat together at the dining table, talking animatedly with their hands.
Dave turned to me and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
I explained to him that I am strangely fascinated by driving by people's homes, seeing what they are doing.
"That's why you went into counseling", he remarked, "because you are so nosy about the lives of other people", Dave teased. 
I laughed outloud but I do wonder if there is a part of that statement that is true. 
I love looking on the inside to find out what is really going on.  I'm strangely addicted to watching people interact, which is a blessing when flights are delayed and I have "extra" people-watching time,
Just for today, perhaps you can look at the things you like to do and determine a reason for the interest.
Happy Communicating!!
Shelly