Wolf and I have been talking about moving which is why I asked if any of my readers (all three of you =) lived in Maryland. It’s only 6 hours from our friends in Massachusetts, the only connection we’ll have to the state in a matter of years.
Thing is, I’m really worried about getting old and having no connections. I fear I’ll be one of those old ladies who rots away in her house because she has no family, no friends, no one who misses her. I fear I’ll be one of those old ladies whose cats eat her face because she’s been dead for so long it’s the only food they have access too. I considered having a baby just so I can give birth to caretakers like so many others I know but that’s one shitty reason to bring a life onto an already crowded planet.
I’d like to move into some type of communal living (but not a commune) because of the intense disconnect I feel living on Howling Hill. You see, I always thought Wolf and I would be able to make a family of our own through friends, family, and acquaintances but it hasn’t worked out that way. Instead, our friends are scattered, our families barley acknowledge our existence (my fault not his), and acquaintances are few and far between.
I don’t want to live in communal housing, I want to live on communal land in my own house. I want everything to be owned in common I just want my own space, my own fridge, my own door. I want to communally garden and raise meat and eggs, shovel and plow (though hopefully not too much because I want to move somewhere warmer), some place where our religion is respected. But I don’t know how to seek out those places. And I’m not sure this is what Wolf wants either.