Nothing sad about it at all. In 1958 I lived in the middle of 60 acres. My nearest neighbor was a mile and a half away. I thought that was a little close for neighbors, that's why I wanted the section of land. If you've never been completely alone, don't knock it, until you've tried it.
Check the number of likes for my dream home, apparently, I'm not the only one who can appreciate the right piece of real estate.
I've lived alone and somewhat self isolated a good bit of my adult life.
It was OK.
Now, I find myself with the same woman for over 12 years and that's wonderful!
I was referring specifically to the WALLS.
Sounds like a prison to me...
(BTW, personally, I wouldn't rely on the majority's opinion to effect my opinion; here, or anywhere else.)
+1How does he afford it?!
Ammo isn’t cheap these days.
I presume you mean an actual 'section'. 1/2 mile from the nearest property line. Suh-wheeet.It has long been my dream to own a section of land with a home built in the exact center of it. I would also since I'm dreaming like to have a twenty-foot-high two-foot-thick concrete wall around the whole property. With a twenty-foot-high one inch steel gate at the only road into my home. One can dream.
I presume you mean an actual 'section'. 1/2 mile from the nearest property line. Suh-wheeet.
When I was thirty, I came very, very close to purchasing 330 acres for less than $100 per. All gorgeous hardwood forest in upstate NY. I was going to get a Belgian and do some horse logging to support my family. It would have been a different life, for sure. We would have left behind our life in Connecticut, including my construction business. I was up for it, and amazingly so was my wife. But we were $5000 apart on the negotiation, and neither party could bridge the gap.
C'est la vie.
No telling. It would have been so different, I can hardly picture it. The way it turned out, I folded the building biz a year or two later in a bad housing slump, and 'got a real job', my wife called it.Too bad your deal didn't work out, no telling what your life would be like today.
We have a new neighbor. Met him once. Must be out of state for weeks now. Lawn is a foot high. Don't know his name or contact info, else I'd call and offer (my son) to mow the grass..
I have a neighbor who runs his droning lawn mower for three times as long as it should take to mow his yard -- three hours of nonsense noise.
And the landscapers who do a string of the new sub lots on the other side really like their obnoxious backpack leaf blowers.