To an extent, I see it every time I go back home to PA. I used to see it as the LAST place I wanted to spend my life. Since Y2K, it's gotten to be "Damn.....what can I come up with to move back home and make enough money to live". Forest, water, fields, our family farm and surrounded by family run farms. Then the phone rang, it was someone you wanted to talk to, the folks that knocked on the door were folks that didn't have to knock to enter. The Grange Fair was a yearly event that brought the entire community together after harvest, the ice cream socials did the same in the spring, and the Square Dances did it in the winter.
What the hell was I thinking leaving.