I’m going to Planning Board tonight, with a bunch of neighbors, to talk about our neighborhood.
It’s a beautiful place. You really should buy a home there. I, personally, have no complaints about my house, a fairly basic-but-roomy New England colonial that was constructed under our watchful eyes.
We moved in five years ago, when the housing market was bubbling up with no end in sight. Half of the neighborhood was finished quickly. Phase 2 moved somewhat more slowly — higher prices, more difficult lots — but we were confident it would all be finished soon. After all, this was far from the first Grafton neighborhood our developer had built and the guy was local.
Luckily, the town required that a bond be taken out to complete the road and utilities, should the bottom fall out of the housing market. We haven’t welcomed a new neighbor in well over a year — and plowing and sanding on the street has been minimal this winter. The school bus driver isn’t even supposed to drive up the hill if she believes conditions are hazardous.
Tonight, the Planning Board will take up whether or not the building permit for our neighborhood should be extended for another year. I’m thinking at this point, we should just admit the obvious: no one is going to be building a house anytime soon and, in the meantime, the unfinished neighborhood needs a finished street.
Also, the Board is going to be talking about Cheng Du’s planned new restaurant, and I’m kind of psyched for that opening.
That’s the “home,” so what’s the “away?” That’s kind of amusing.
I’m going to be talking to a class of college students tomorrow morning about my career in journalism. Actually the professor, a Grafton resident, wants me to talk to them about how writing can help them out in the business world.
I’m thinking my opening words shouldn’t be “Hi, I’m an unemployed journalist.”