You know what? That last post left such a bad taste in my mouth that I avoided writing anything in here for a while. I tend to do that. I start writing something, be it a blog post or part of my book that's taken years to even get past forty pages, or part of a play that I'm supposed to be writing; I'll write something that doesn't work, has fucked up subject matter or gets weird and I abandon the whole thing altogether.
Time to break that trend, I guess.
I'm getting sad...I'm seeing a lot of forestry or nice land being ripped up for more housing. I have watched Stittsville go from having just a Beckers (remember them?) no McDonalds, one public school, no catholic, and there actually were a few ponds near my parents' place. Now...It's like a suburban nightmare.I really feel (and I'm ridiculing myself here) like I'm one of the elves in Middle Earth and it's time for me to retire to the Grey Havens. (Yes, I'm slapping myself upside the head for being such a geek, Leslie if you're reading this. I still play the Sims btw) Now Beaver Pond is in severe danger of being destroyed for more cookie cutter houses.
I realize that I'm writing this from a townhouse in Barrhaven so I'm being a hypocrite but I chose to live here because there's Government-owned farmland surrounding us. I assumed when we moved here that it was always going to be here because the gov't was in charge but now they've gone and sold a bunch of it for expansion from what I understand. Now they're ripping up farmland off of Fernbank...this is depressing. Seriously depressing. My kids are going to climb the germ-y jungle gyms at McDonalds instead of climbing trees.
Wayne's and my plan is to eventually retire in the country, buy a nice property with the closest neighbour being a half a mile away and be one with nature. Where can we go? How do I know that there will be anything like that left in 34 years?
Stop procreating. You're fucking up my retirement plan.
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