I wanted to live there!  I wanted to hang with all of the other water lovers!  I wanted to spend every waking minute in ballyhoo with everyone in the neighborhood!  I was planning weekly block parties complete with who would bring the potato salad and who would bring the paper plates to the next get-together!  

And then bam, reality hit...

I would have been thrown/kicked/vaulted/booed/catapulted/ out of that neighborhood in a New York heartbeat.  I am not made to live within close knit quarters. 

At some point I realized that all of these houses are on top of each other and the house I love is on a point so I can offend even more people!  I love to listen to "Pink" at the top of her lungs at 11:30 at night and I really don't give a tinker's dam if that keeps you awake or even more if she offends you!

I am a yeller/screamer by nature.  If you don't get my point when spoken at normal levels, let me turn up the volume!    

Additionally, I get totally bent out of shape if someone shows up at my front door uninvited.  If I am not expecting you do not ring the doorbell.   I want to be alone!  I bet the people in that neighborhood actually go in and out of each other's houses without so much as a voiced "knock, knock" as they push through the door.   

I need a LOT of personal space.  I like to turn up the volume and dance by myself and if I go deaf because of it... I experienced the trail..

So, it is still hard for me to stomach that as much as I want to be able to live in that house on the point I never could and be happy and have happy neighbors.  I am once again looking for remote housing on remote lakes in remote woods where I will be right as rain! And I will be singing off key at the top of my lungs whenever the spirit moves me!