Rain-day three

I haven’t written about this because I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then have to tell everyone it didn’t work out.  My husband and I have been looking at moving to a co-housing community in New Hampshire, but the only way we could do it was on a significant subsidy from the community. We got something, but not enough. I am so sad about it, which I guess means that I did get my hopes up. I expected spam and got spam, but in my heart I really hoped for steak.

The co-housing development is actually a farm & neighborhood. If we had moved, we would have enjoyed a close community that shares meals and a vision of environmental building practices, a pond, and cows, horses and chickens, and other animals (my husband’s dream). It would have meant land enough to possibly start a summer camp (one of my dreams) and a larger community of artists and writers close by.

I guess this solidifies a feeling of being stuck where I am. That perhaps we (my husband and I) are not trying new things (ie: jobs) because we feel too comfortable. Or perhaps there really are a lack of opportunities and salary where we are.

Anyway, it is a good day to write about the rain, and about sadness, and hopes and dreams, and wanting sunshine.