I have been able to continue to “carry on” everyday, for as long as I can remember, head down, so to speak, ramming on . As I walked my dog today around my property, breathing the fresh air, I began to evaluate reasons why I chose this location to live my dream life. Why? The word wouldn’t go away, since on this particular day I was sick and it being the first day recovering, or being able to sort of have a sense of smell. I noticed it as soon as I left the house , the stink of something bad being burned and then spreading through the air around. Disgusting! Also, as we walked, the refuse piled up, and noise coming from the area next to my home, was just as noticeable and discouraging. “Come on, ” I said, aloud, really , this is how it is? Where have I been, under a rock for the past 15, or so years? The fresh air and quite are gone from my dream home. I’ve tried to maintain the “space”, freedoms of this space, for myself as well if not more for my Daughter.
What is to be ?