Me and the Farm Manager are in a bit of a pickle. In the fullness of time, we'd like to relocate ourselves a little closer to where our children are.
Not that we want to live next door or anything, but right now it's pretty much six hours of driving to have lunch. So from time to time we discuss swapping our hundred acres in the Bruce for a condo in the Toronto-Guelph corridor.
I try to visualise what daily life might look like when you live in a condo.
First of all, there's nothing to do.
You don't have to cut the grass or check the PH balance in the pool or shovel the walk. You pay somebody else to do this shit via your condo fees.
So, if you're denied routine property maintenance tasks, what's left?
Well, you can't tinker with your various cars and trucks and tractors and motorcycles anymore.
You can't even look forward to cutting the grass!
I guess you're gonna get your money's worth outta your Netflix subscription, but what kind of life is that?
The more I think about it, the more I think I'm gonna stay put.
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