I don’t want to live here anymore. Last month, I wrote a letter to the editor saying how blessed I felt to live in a community where we could have our wonderful community activities such as our Master Chorale.
However, on weekends since Christmas, with our much-needed snow, I have been held hostage in my own home by tourists. I have not been able to get out of my driveway to go to the post office, nor the dump, nor the grocery store, nor to visit friends.
There have been people tramping on my rose bushes, knocking down my address sign, playing on my deck and yesterday, two people asked to use my bathroom.
For the first time in my 33 years here, I feel fearful. When I told one young man that he was walking on my rose bushes, he told me, “Go back into the house.”
If I sound angry, I am. I don’t know what the answer is, I just know with more three-day weekends coming up, Spring Break, etc., I don’t want to live here anymore.