This is where I live now.
And I love it.
For those of you who live (or have lived) on a farm or in some rural area, this may be normal to you. It’s far from normal for me.
Our small neighborhood keeps in touch via a simple social networking site called Nextdoor.com. People post questions such as, “Does anyone want to switch irrigation schedules?” and “Anyone missing a goat?”
When we first moved in, the neighbor across the street from us said the previous neighbor next to us used to own a bull. When they first moved in, that neighbor knocked on their door and asked them for help because their bull had gotten loose. It was walking down the street! How in the world are you supposed to help with that?
This is far from normal for me, but I love it. I used to move around quite a bit while I was growing up. I’ve lived on the west coast, the east coast, and sort of in the middle. I’ve always lived in the suburbs though. In an apartment or house.
Everyone here waves at you. Driving in their car or walking down the street. This is weird to me.
I just moved from a neighborhood where neighbors rarely talked to one another and usually avoided eye contact. I had one neighbor, an old guy, that would occasionally wave. And the mom next door, if she caught me looking in her direction. But that was it.
I have traded the sound of a black SUV blasting rap music, and driving by twice a day, with the sound of the occasional riding mower. I no longer hear our nightmare of a neighbor screaming at his kids and girlfriend, blasting his dumb 80’s hair-band music, or revving his stupid boat in the front yard. I have traded hearing police helicopters every night with hearing a jet or two every day; we live near a base now. I think I’ve heard sirens once since living here a whole month while it was every day, throughout the day, at the other house. The silence is music to my ears. I don’t even mind hearing the creepy sounds of packs of coyotes roaming the streets at night. You know they sound like a pack of children crying and giggling?
I (and my oldest daughter) no longer have to worry about being leered at by my gross nightmare neighbor or his even more gross homeless-cracked-out-looking friends. We now have neighbors that wave and keep to themselves, for the most part, and like peace and quiet, just like us.
I don’t mean to bitch and moan, but that doesn’t even cover half of the emotional stress that house and living situation gave us, especially my husband. We’re all glad we are out of that house.
I’m starting to plan my fruit and vegetable garden. There are already three citrus trees growing in the back and, even after trimming them down, I’m still not sure what type they are. I’m going to plant some apple trees, grape vines, and blueberry and raspberry bushes. I want a huge patch of strawberry plants. I’m super excited.
We’ll eventually get chickens, but part of the property isn’t fenced in, so that will have to wait.
I’m going to try to get back to nurturing this blog, but I am starting up another blog for my jewelry. Take a look if you’re interested. It’s still in the construction phase.
So I am kind of back! I’m still looking for my cord for my camera which sucks because I took some good pictures for a recipe post. Ah, well. This may be my only post for this week.
Good to be back!