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Our retirement place is out in the country, and though I love it, I'm not one on living the rustic life. I don't particularly like hearing the coyotes wail at night when they sound like they're on the other side of the fence. I don't like that there is almost zero light outside to see as you figure your way to the pumphouse to go potty. I am not a fan of snakes and scorpions. I don't like that mice can easily take over wherever you are planning to prepare a meal - the BBQ grill, for example. I hate that my "kids" won't be coming there to spend larger chunks of time with us and that we have to give up Camp Rustown to be out there. And I am worried about being isolated out there, just Mark and me, old and vulnerable, and alone, just the two of us.
But.
I'm excited to build and design a house that meets our tastes and needs, not just one that's conveniently big enough and in a good school district. I look forward to us gardening together. I like that we can sit on our lawn chairs and look around at the countryside and think "this belongs to us". I like to imagine that Mark and I will have a magical place for our grandchidren to look forward to visiting in the summer and at Christmastime. And I know that, Mark in particular, will be happier and more relaxed when we are out here, and that will make me happy, too.
Well. I guess that makes me a country person. Although I do love Camp Rustown and it will be so bittersweet to leave a place where we have raised our family.
I think I fall somewhere in between. I'm definitely not a city person...although my reference point is NYC. We're very close, however we've traveled to more low key cities and I do enjoy them. However, my real comfort zone is a small town. I may have to write on this prompt myself. How fun! And coyotes nearby?? That would be a hard no!! Yikes.
ReplyDeleteLike Kim, I fall somewhere in between. I think my favorite place to live was in Connecticut. We were on 12 acres that seemed like the country, and yet were only 2 miles from a liquor store (SO important!), and seven miles from Yale where we were working at the time.
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