I need a garden. That’s all I know after 6 weeks of traveling. I didn’t even realize how much I needed to be outside all the time until I had a chance to spend a few weeks like this. The mountains, the lakes, streams and rivers, ancient trees and wild flowers, the bright summer sun and ominous thunderstorms, they all soothed my soul more than I could have asked for.
But how to find (and, what's way harder) be accepted by communities? I've never had a fellow apartment dweller do more than say "hi" to me my whole life. I think America is down the path of bowling alone; the only question is, how far?
Your dream place, with community already in place, sounds lovely. In the meantime, I love your idea of creating a little haven in the green spot in front of your apartment. Maybe the other family there would be interested in helping, with your children.