i live in rural northern New Mexico, after over 17 years in Wyoming. i've lived a lot of places in my life: rural, suburban and very urban. i lived in rural Florida as a kid, suburban (talk about culture shock) New Jersey during High School, on the lower east side ('East Village') in the late 1960's, Boston one fall, Guyana one winter, Corpus Christi off and on for a couple of years at time (family ties and the beach--S Padre Island--were the draw), Honolulu for a couple of years, Santa Fe for a couple of years in mid 70's. Some times family obligations took me somewhere for a while, like when my Dad was terminally ill and my then husband, daughter and i cared for him his last 6 weeks in Tampa.
Wyoming was a record, never lived so long in one place consecutively in my entire life. But if i live as long as my grandmothers did--to 98, this place will take the record, by almost double.
My Grandson, Liam, seen hugging me in the top photo had a lot to do with the decision. He was born in 2008 in Denver Colorado, we saw him maybe once a month until they moved to Mesa, AZ for my Daughter in Law's job. My daughter and i had been talking about moving to rural Colorado after i retired. Neither of us really 'city' people. Did not want to live in Arizona so that changed our search area to SW corner of Colorado or NW section of NM. A friend of a friend told me about this little town. i checked it out online then came down to look at houses. Picked this one and moved in April 23, 2012.
We have 4.9 acres of land, a big factor in the decision. This top photo is in what we call our 'house yard' and elevated space around the house in July 2013, you can see our eastern fence and the neighbors fields beyond. You can't see the Jemez Ridge, that's the 2nd photo (and there'll probably be various shots of it on my feed over time. But this is a favorite, with the clouds lower than ridge. The sun and moon both make their entrances over this ridge...and the dozen or so street and private security lights across the valley make me think of stage footlights. Despite those lights, the light pollution is low enough here that we can see the Milky Way...in Wyoming we had to drive 15 minutes out of town to see it.
The house is 150+ yrs old, has a woodstove, we upgraded the meager electric that was in it when we took possession. But that wood stove is a blessing when power fails in winter. We plan to eventually go solar power, maybe some wind too. Both usually plentiful here. This year has been cloudier and damper than most...but at least it broke the drought, farmers needed this. Neighbors close enough to help in emergencies but not create extra noise...not too close for comfort.
When the kids drive up to Denver to see DIL's family they stop here coming and going...so i get two doses of my Liam. We hope to make a trip to see them next fall, as too hot in Phoenix in summer and they'll probably come here in July.
My favorite spot...just about anywhere outside on my land...even on winter nights i often bundle up and go out to take photos of the moon in various phases. But the 'giving tree' on top of what i call our 'look out' hill (you can see down the paved road almost to 550 which runs thru center of town. That's the third photo. When first here that tree, tho pretty much dead was still upright. That first winter the wind uprooted it but the wide spread branches kept it from laying on the ground. The nest summer i ran a board from part of the trunk to big hunk of wood to make a bench. Liam likes it up there. When they come he'll walk back to gate with me (house at back of property from road) to close it and we go sit up there a while. He's telling stories about all flora and fauna he spots. Turns out this city bred kid loves Grandma's country home. But that was my son's first comment when i told him about the place: It'll be good for Liam to have a grandma with a house in the country.