My “neighborhood”

Have I mentioned I love where I live?

I know there are some drawbacks to living in a rural community… but the longer we live here, the more I fall in love with it. My neighborhood – if you can even call it that – is wonderful. (Actually, my neighborhood is my entire town, which you can see most of in the picture above. Yep. That’s pretty much the whoooole town.)

Honestly, the thing I love most about it is not having any neighbors. I lived in dorms and apartments all through college, and definitely got enough of that there. Since then, I’ve gradually moved further and further away from people, in general. I hate people. Don’t get me wrong, I love people. But… I hate people.

Living here has kept me sane. It keeps me away from people unless I want to see people. Which is pretty perfect for me. I don’t have to put up with unruly neighbors or worry about city ordinances dictating to me what I can and can’t do with my home.

At this point, I’m not entirely sure you could pay me enough to move back to “the city.” I just love the space out here. It’s like I can breathe.

And I mean, really. Who doesn’t love tons of space to plant tons of pretty flowers? We even bought a Weeping Willow and planted it in the front-ish yard. (Well, ok. WE bought the tree. THE BOY planted it. I really had nothing to do with it other than saying, “Oh, you planted the tree!”)

So, here’s what you learned about me in the past few paragraphs: I hate civilization, love plants, but am lazy.

Grade 2, “Good things about my neighborhood.” Writing is elementary series prompted by Katherine. Topics from Write Source. Photos are MINE, BITCHES.