Posted 07-30-2008 at 04:26 AM by Poppinjay (tastes like burning)
I'm looking at an apartment today. It's about 20m from work, in the middle of thick tree patches, farmland, and the Chesapeake Bay. It's cheap to boot. The town is technically an island, at the confluence of the York and Poquoson rivers.
To get there, you go over a huge drawbridge, then you're on the ground for about a half mile, then another huge bridge takes you to the middle peninsula.
It sounds swanky and tropical, but it's really a factory town. Everybody who works in this town works at the chip mill. However, just like rural eastern North Carolina, there are McMansions popping up here and there. It's prime sailing territory.
After rooming with a couple people this month, I'm looking for the sweet release of solitude. John Cowper Powys was right. As was Sartre. L'enfer, c'est les autres.
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