The one thing that wasn't really taken into consideration: location. It's about 20 minutes round-trip to go the grocery store, and a good 15 to 20 minute hike to the expressway. May not sound horrible, but I grew up in the burbs people. I want an expressway two streets over. And a Walgreen's on every corner. Now, I've gotten used to not being in "town," but I still haven't gotten used to the neighborhood. You see, it's well . . . entertaining.
For instance, once a year, our village (yep, it can't even be considered a town) has a Hogs & Harleys "festival." (I.E. pig roast and beer tent. Lots of bikers. You can get a tattoo out of a bus. And the people. Oh, the people.) Well, this year, we had our first parade. I had no idea that there was going to be a parade until I heard fire sirens and looked out the front window.
|Sorry about the quality. I didn't want to miss the action!|
Best. Parade. Ever.
|Oh look. Tractors.|
Now, normally, I would have been shocked by this. I would've said (probably aloud), "What the $#!@ is this? What the hell is that?" But, you see, I'm accustomed to things like this now. In fact, this is probably one of the least interesting things I've seen out my front window.
You see, a makeshift hillbilly parade is not nearly as interesting as:
1. A man riding a four-wheeler (driving at a fast speed) carrying a baby in one hand and a puppy in the other. I shit you not.
|Take one baby, and one four-wheeler . . .|
|Throw in a puppy for good measure . . .|
|And that all equals AWESOMENESS.|
|Not into four-wheelers? Just get your lawn tractor!|
|Fresh out of babies? Grab some beer!|
|Broken leg? Wanna get out of the house? I have an idea . . .|
I'm not even going to get into the number of people that use golf carts to "stroll" around the neighborhood on a daily basis . . .
|Just going for an evening stroll . . .|
So, people, the important lesson here is LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION. Unless you want entertainment . . . then buy my house!