Well, “it won’t be like that in town.” That is a remark you would have heard frequently, had you been eavesdropping in on us talking about our anticipated move out of the country later this month. As it turns out, we will have to wait far longer to prove or confute our hypotheses about the differences between urban and rural dwelling. Our plans to relocate to Aberystwyth, the Welsh seaside town romanticized in the quirky murder mysteries of Malcolm Pryce, have been thwarted. The potential buyer of our present abode has nixed the deal, making it impossible for us to buy the house currently owned by the person desirous to take possession of our buyer’s home. There’s a neat little triangle gone Bermuda.
Meanwhile, our cottage is once again cut off from the world, due to an ongoing problem with the telephone lines. I am in town now to file this report, sitting, in fact, not far from the Edwardian house (pictured) we were hoping to occupy. After the welcome interlude set aside for this lament, I am once again singing the blues where no one can hear me sigh . . .
4 Replies to “Little Town Blues; or, Melting Away”
Well, though I have never been to Aberystwyth, it certainly looks to be a town I\’d love to visit. My only visits to Wales were on the Northern coast near Rhyll and other areas. Sorry to hear you\’ve been put on hold – living in the countryside has its positives, but then for me, only if a town is nearby.
Be sure to look me up. If only I knew the address. I don\’t drive, which makes living out of town seem a bit more remote. And without internet . . . don\’t get me started.
Is that a young Jeff Daniels dreaming of a house? The resemblance is uncanny….
Are you thinking Something Wild or Dumb & Dumber?