Well, after a series of personal and relationship issues (which also were responsible for my absence from Web boards for a while -- real life kept getting in the way), I found myself with no remaining reasons to live in the city, and I decided to up and move to the sticks. So I sold my few remaining tech support clients, found a place on Craig's List, packed my stuff, and headed for the hills.
I'm now living in a cabin in rural New York State, far from the noise, traffic, and aggravation of the city. I found a place that's quiet and secluded, yet close a main road (NY-17, soon-to-be Interstate 86). Most importantly, it also has great DSL service (thank you, Frontier Communications).
I'm acclimating well to country life. I installed a CB radio in the car yesterday, as well as a Sirius radio (there are, like, no radio stations here); and today I changed my valve cover gasket out in the grass (real rednecks fix their own cars). When I was done, as if on cue, my three neighbors stopped by to watch me start the engine and help me stare at it for a while.
Once we all agreed the gasket wasn't leaking, we nodded approvingly, scratched our beards, enjoyed cheap beers, and then talked about deer and women for a while. Then I went in and made sausage, peppers, and onions.
So far, I'm thoroughly enjoying this country living thing. I guess you can call me the "Nouveau-Hillbilly."
-Rich
I'm now living in a cabin in rural New York State, far from the noise, traffic, and aggravation of the city. I found a place that's quiet and secluded, yet close a main road (NY-17, soon-to-be Interstate 86). Most importantly, it also has great DSL service (thank you, Frontier Communications).
I'm acclimating well to country life. I installed a CB radio in the car yesterday, as well as a Sirius radio (there are, like, no radio stations here); and today I changed my valve cover gasket out in the grass (real rednecks fix their own cars). When I was done, as if on cue, my three neighbors stopped by to watch me start the engine and help me stare at it for a while.
Once we all agreed the gasket wasn't leaking, we nodded approvingly, scratched our beards, enjoyed cheap beers, and then talked about deer and women for a while. Then I went in and made sausage, peppers, and onions.
So far, I'm thoroughly enjoying this country living thing. I guess you can call me the "Nouveau-Hillbilly."
-Rich
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