I can speak to the allure of living in “Perfection,” having spent the last 3 summers in the remote mountains in New Mexico. I relate not so much my own experience as those of the people I’ve come to know who live here year-round.
Most have come to escape the crowds. They want to breathe fresh air, to live among wildlife, and to enjoy peace and quiet. Their euphoria lasts about a year. By the second or third year, many are worn down by having to drive 20-30 miles round-trip for a sack of groceries; by the fact that the only plumber in the county might repair the water leak in your cabin week after next, if you‘re lucky; by the fact that it is a full day’s journey to drive to the nearest real city and do a little shopping.
It is worse on the women here. Women, more than men, seem to need face-to-face interaction with others; to be part of the fabric of a society. The women who survive here in “Perfection” do so by forming social groups focused on quilting, pottery, or even a Humane Society. They have countless meetings and pot-luck suppers - anything to fend off, if only for a few hours, the crushing loneliness.
Before you decide to chuck it all and move to “Perfection,” visit the place. Ask yourself if this is really “Perfection,” why do some many of those charming cabins have a ‘For Sale - Price Reduced’ sign out front? Why do so many buildings in the nearest little village lie abandoned? Why are the owners of half the village businesses ready to sell out and leave, name your price?
My wife & I have a permanent home in a moderate-sized city. When summer heat arrives, we are eager to pack up and go to “Perfection,” high in the cool mountains. But by October we are just as eager to return to civilization: to traffic lights and rush hour, but also to bookstores, cultural events, coffee shops, movie theaters, and restaurants whose bill of fare offers more than hamburgers and Tex-Mex.
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