Unless something drastic happens, we
will be here for another year or two, and I will stay under one condition:
We will stay if we can find an decent home NOT under a HOA, not in a trailer park (it can be a trailer, but I want to OWN the land it sits on), NOT in a flood zone, and needs off street parking for up to 4 vehicles (my service van, our truck, my car, and an extra spot for company), oh, and while it can be a "handyman special", it needs to at least be livable, not condemned, with all utilities in tact, NO FIRE DAMAGE. AND I needs to be somewhere in Snohomish or Skagit County, within a half hour of I5. All this for... get ready...
$250,000 or less.
Don't laugh... I realize we won't find it, hence my "
come to Jesus moment" I've experienced. We'll have a good romp for a couple more seasons, but eventually we're heading back.
The people
are friendly here. Nobody has laughed at me for what I wear. It's a pretty area, almost like a postcard. I enjoy my job, the people I work with, and frankly, they need me pretty bad up here having lost several senior techs over the last couple of months.
But here's the deal...
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This is how we're living, and frankly, it sucks. While the lake is nice, it's not like some isolated mountain lake. It's surrounded by million dollar homes all around. You can't even see our camper, it's tucked away behind that service van. We have about 5 feet of clearance on both sides. We can't put our awning out, we can't really have a fire going, we're so close, you can hear your neighbors snore. We're in a hole. We're having to pay $80 per month to park Jax in town (we swap them out from time to time). It's CRAMPED, VERY CRAMPED.
All this for $925 per month plus electric. And believe me, that's cheap compared to normal apartment/house living.
This has been an interesting experience, and there will be much I will miss, but I also have many things I won't miss.
When discussing it last night, I asked Liz if she wanted to know one of the biggest things I miss about Appalachia? I teased her that I could give a hundred guesses and she wouldn't never get it.
I bet nobody here would either... so I'll go ahead and come out with it...
The ground.
That's right... the ground, the Earth, the rocks, etc. When I walk a mountain trail, there's just something... different.. about it. It seems softer, less mature, and in point of fact, while the Appalachian mountains may not be as tall as the ones out west, they are considerably older and more stable. The ground is more solid. It's the smell too. I miss the smell of last year's decomposing maple and oak leaves, the whiff of eastern pine in the spring, and... crazy as it sounds, the humidity.
I think John Denver got it, he must have visited the area and experienced it first hand, because the lyric captures the essence perfectly...
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
There's something about those hills, it gets into the core of your soul, and even the occasional teasing one might get for wearing a skirt can't diminish the feeling of wholeness when you take a walk up in those mountains.
The last few years prior to coming here, I was lost, searching for something inside, trying to find out who I am.
I believe I have made light-years of progress. I came here to find out who I was, and I've learned a lot about who I am.
I'm just an old hillbilly, a little bit hippy, a little bit traditional, I'll wear bibs on one day and a long black skirt on another. I'm not a church goer, I'm not part of the LGBTQ scene either. I like the smell of kerosene heaters, camp fires, and old pickup trucks running a little rich. I like cheap gas station fountain drinks, Little Debbie cakes, pinto beans with Gunnoes Sausage mixed in. I was raised in old single wide trailers parked out in old hay fields in the country, American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God. The holes in my shoes and the rust under my car tell the tales of the places I've been and the things I've seen.
Dad, I'd trade everything I own today for just one more phone call conversation with you. I miss you so much.
This one's for you dad, keep em' straight up there in heaven...
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Somewhere out there, a Democrat is going to get my father's dead vote. Don't worry dad, I'll take one for the team here on the west coast.
*pours a little beer on the ground, and takes a drag off a cheap cigarette* ... for my hillbilly homies.
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