Tuesday, May 24, 2011
House for Sale
It's not that we feel rejected by a house being offered for sale. No, it's because we mourn the death of a dream. We all came here nurturing a dream. For my wife and me, the dream was for community, a relaxed pace, perhaps even a return to simpler times; a place where we could grow old in peace. For the most part, that's what we've found and continue to enjoy. I'm sure the dreams of our neighbors are as many and as varied as they. And most seem to have found their dream, which makes it even more painful when a house is offered for sale.
We have community, which no city can boast.
We have tolerance, which few places can boast.
We have quiet, which we treasure and protect.
We have activities, which we create ourselves.
We have clean air and water and natural beauty.
We have a national park at our boundary.
We have a museum/restoration that brings interesting visitors, operates a cafe, and offers programming throughout the year.
So, if "no Muggles allowed" actually makes sense to you, if you've ever had a subscription to Mother Earth News, or if Monty Python skits seem like reality to you, come get to know us. There is a house for sale. There is also vacant land available for building. But just so you know, if you want to live in Rugby, you have to bring your own money.
Posted by Wayfarin' Stranger at 12:05 AM