what a piddily town I live in. so piddily in fact that it does not even have a post office...how sad is this? it's like I live nowhere. in the middle of a world full of thriving towns with their very own names, but having to borrow your neighboring town's name. we have a ski resort people. and a cider mill. and a cemetery. get with it. but yes, that pretty much sums up the list of sights. I think we had a gas station once... a one-pump, broken down, poor little thing. I guess it gave up.
you know what's weird? I don't wish I'd grown up anywhere else. in fact, I have a strange sort of love for the place. when I was knee-high to a toad's stool I could roam 3 miles in all directions and never hit a main road. I could ride our horses through fields and woods and up dirt trails without meeting anyone. I never have to shut my blinds. there are no limits to what size our bonfires can be. I can sing my lungs out on my porch. I can go streaking...
all this to say, there are definitely benefits to living where I do...in my piddily, hilly, corn fieldy, post-office-less town. now excuse me while I go sunbathe on my roof.
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we do go streaking. just because we can.
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