movin' to the country gonna eat a lotta peaches
Syc- It can be very enlightening and sometimes amusing to watch urbanites aclimate to rural living. Folks who weren't raised out here don't have a lot of preconceived notions about the art making a living in the backwoods and so are willing to make mistakes and have successes that locals won't.
One bunch of guys here would look for all the world to be a bunch of 4th generation hillbillies but really moved up from philly about 25 years ago and haven't looked back, embracing pond hockey, bluegrass music, deer hunting, and the sort of tribal justice that exists in "underpoliced" areas. On the other end theres a lady here who moved in maybe 35 years ago and is still a flatlander, trying to impose her ideas of virtue on all her neighbors. A happy medium would be the lady who runs the local wildlife rescue place, even the most hard bitten rednecks will show up at her door with wounded fawns/foxes or whatever just because shes willing to stop at the local tavern and shoot the bull once in a while.
When I was trying to determine whether to go rural or urban I read The Good Life by Scott and Helen Nearing. Scotts red politics got him run out of his teaching job in NYC and ironically (to me anyway) lead to a life of self-sufficiency out in the boonies. A really neat read.
We can always use new blood out here even if the locals don't always admit it. If moving to the boonies ever gets to be something you need to do, feel free to bounce ideas off me, of course if they're really good I reserve the right to steal them for my own purposes. g
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