It’s already been a little while since my last blog post. The reasoning behind this is that I am resisting the urge to repeat myself on matters.
When you’re making a blog talking about the development of a life in the country there seem to be a limited number of topics: arriving, interaction with locals, odd findings, comparisons between city living and country living. All of these, to some extent , tread the same ground… so I am, to say the least, trepidous when it comes to matters of relaying information.
So, with that said: what has happened since our paths last crossed? So much, dear friends, so much.
In the country, in a community that is essentially a summer resort, it has been something of a difficult chore to find a house that 1. is available to rent year round and 2. if it is, in fact, available for rental, is also suitable for the cold, cold Winter months when Westport, for the most part, rests its weary head in anticipation for the next Summer season.
It gets cold up here. That’s what I am saying to you.
With this in mind, today we met with our potential new landlords! We have found a house that we would like to rent! Two weeks in and it seems as though we have found something that suits our needs. A spacious homestead that is walking distance from the Depot Theatre as well as the town centre. Great!
All the houses up here have names… if you would like to submit a potential name for the new place, you may do so via the tumblr.
We are renting a property that is still on the market for sale. So while I wish our land lords luck in their day to day business, for the moment, I am crossing my fingers that no one is interested in this property for years and years.
That said, as we sat with our new landlords talking through the details in the empty house this morning, a frantic lady walked in. She inquired, “Is this house still for sale?”
“Yes”, they replied.
“Well”, she said, “we’re definitely gonna be making an offer… in fact, we were hoping to soon.”
As Angel and I sat there gob-smacked, a dialogue occurred where this lady was basically macking on our BRAND NEW HOME right in front of our very noses. Nothing eventuated and ultimately she left… but it was a clear reminder to us that nothing is necessarily secure.
Is this Country Charm? Surely not, I thought to myself.
True enough, I have spoken with many a local since and they believe that the lady was rude and acting out of turn. There’s some solace in that, I suppose, though the threat still lingers.
Pressing on, pressing on… cause what else can you do?
Tonight it board game night!… I am meeting up with the board game group in Plattsburgh NY. Meeting up with a bunch of peeps I have never met before and playing games… could be great. Could also be a disaster… let’s hope everyone wore deodorant today!
The thought for the day is that when you love in an urban setting, there are a wealth of people who will naturally partake in the same interests as you. You, one hopes, have the ability to find people with share interests AND shared sensibilities. My feeling in rural areas is that there is less of a choice as far as creating connections with people with shared interests. You get what you get.
I would say that I will gel with everyone… providing they don’t annoy me. Let’s hope no one chews gum loudly, smacks their lips, talks to nasally, eats with their mouth open, is openly right wing, is a bossy know-it-all (stop, i know you’re thinking it), hugs too much, talks to closely, is a bad winner, is a bad loser, is too keen, isn’t keen enough ooooor doesn’t maintain a respectable level of personal hygiene.
Other than that, I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends.
**** Just to update: they were all lovely people :)