*Warning, this post is more rant than anything else. 😉
For a couple of years I’ve been looking through the local area trying to find a good piece of land to move to. I like certain parts of the local foothills, like the place I looked at in the header photo above. I need desperately to get out of the city I currently live in. I was born and raised in the country away from all the BS of city life and the years spent living IN a city have taken their toll. I’m tired of looking across the street and seeing all the houses in my tract that I watched be built now being bought for section 8 rentals. Tired of the domestic disputes across the street like my own personal live ‘COPS’ show. Tired of the ‘ghetto bird’ circling at 1000 feet with the turbine on full power and the blades beating so hard the windows and shelves shake. I grew up wandering the hillsides in peace and being able to hear my own thoughts mingle with the wind in the trees. Where I am now I cant hear my own thoughts if I scream at myself in my own head over the thump-thump-thump of overdriven bass speakers and hoards of welfare children.
What I want is some acres, with neighbors that have their own acreage. Room to plant my garden. Room to blacksmith, forge, melt and cast metal, machine parts on my mill and lathe, room to open the door to my garage without the recovering meth head across the street trying to asses my net worth and whether I would be an easy victim for cash to get his next fix.
Room to relax… Room to breathe… Room to just be me without outside interference.
