One of the reasons that we chose our house is its lack of neighbours.
That sounds unfriendly doesn’t it?
Well, it is. Prior to our current home, we were living in a housing co-op where we learned two things. One–the great thing about co-ops is that you really get to know your neighbours. Two–the terrible thing about co-ops is that you really get to know your neighbours.
So, our current house has a neighbour to one side, and one kitty-corner off the back-yard. Two neighbours! And…we have problems with both. One neighbour has yappy dogs and a tendency to have loud parties off their back porch and the other is much tidier than we are and seem to get all puckered with our less than Better Homes and Gardens existence. Still, I don’t have to belong to any committees and if anyone really wants us to do something differently they have to write a letter to city hall, not pass a motion at a board meeting.
These are the reasons I know that as wonderful as the green movement makes this eco-density sound in theory, in practice it works about as well as Soviet-style Communism. It’s simply a vexation to the human spirit to live too close to other people.
Directly behind us is a green space, and next to us and the green space is a large field. Sometimes it contained this horse:
Some years the horse even had a foal which we got to watch grow up and frisk about. I know it’s kind of a weird set up. All around us is small-town mortgaged suburbia and then suddenly…FARM…then back to small-town mortgaged suburbia. A little breathing room amidst a sea of sameness.
But not anymore. The times they are a-changin’. We’re getting new neighbours. The lot is being subdivided, the cul-de-sac behind us is being extended and voila! 11 new neighbours. My guess is that at least 3 will butt up against our property.
I’m giddy with anticipation.
At least the green space stays.