Thank you for sharing with me how you made yourself at home in the Poconos after you found a place where you felt comfortable to live in. First, you lived in a house in the middle of the woods, but you convinced your husband you needed neighbors, and off you went to an area where you got a sense of belonging to a community.
You said: “Animals and trees don’t count as neighbors. I need to feel I’m around people and not ‘alone’ in the middle of nowhere”.
I’ve been kind of a gypsy all my life, and I’ve always wondered how it would feel to settle somewhere. Buying a home in the Poconos meant I couldn’t deny putting down roots.
We have been renting a townhouse for the last five years. In my heart, these years felt as if I was in transition. We never unpacked our New York boxes that have been sitting in the basement all those years. “We´ll do it soon”, we kept telling ourselves. Meanwhile, whenever we needed a can of tomatoes or a roll of aluminum foil the first response was, “look in the basement.” I think we had more stock down there than Amazon!
The basement had allowed us to live in a comfort zone in our cute furnished little rental house. Meanwhile, our furniture sat in storage over near Delaware Water Gap. We´ve talked about getting something more permanent when the right place and right price appeared, but we had never been in much of a rush.
I’ve always wanted to make our rented place ‘my own home’, but my husband kept telling me “There’s not enough room here.” Even if we had wanted to buy this townhouse over the last five years, the prices had fallen so low that the owner would need to be desperate or destitute to sell. So we stayed renters, waiting for the right time to buy.
This fall, our neighbor Maria, a realtor, made it her mission to find us a house. Were we ready? Was I ready? My husband kept joking with people saying “I need to buy a house so cheap that if I die on Wednesday my wife can sell it on Thursday and move back to New York City.” What he didn’t realize was that after five years, I had gotten used living in more space and I wasn’t going to go back to the tiny rooms in a city apartment. I had found a good balance between visiting the city and embracing my new life in the country.
One day, María found us the perfect house. It even had a little garden around it. I found myself excited about the new, but scared of the unknown. It’s the same feeling I had when I first moved to the Poconos. The first question I asked my husband about the new house was, “What if a bear comes into the yard while I’m out on the back deck? His answer: “Get in.”
We will move next month. Fortunately, it isn´t far from our old neighbors. I hope they won´t forget about me. They have become part of my Pocono family. I haven’t met the new neighbors yet, except for the lady across the street they call “the cat lady” because she takes care of all the strays. I hope my two cats fit in. As to my worries about the bears, my husband says, “As long as you don’t start sleeping in the garbage can, they probably won’t you find very appetizing!”
This is a new adventure as we put down our own roots in the Poconos!
Thanks for reading, more next week, your Latina Poconovian. Have a happy day, Christina!
PD… I will post this letter in Spanish in a few days!