What are you passionate about? Me, I love trespassing old farms, the simple life, country nostalgia; a somewhat displaced nostalgia as I’m apparently lonesome for a time and place I never actually knew.
I found this abandoned farm upstate a few weeks ago. The main house has long been locked up but is inexplicably furnished. The grandmother clock still stands in the foyer and all the furniture is crowded about the center of each room (from what I could see from my vantage points). Treasure everywhere. Only my good nature kept me from breakin’ in.
I had a deeply intriguing conversation about it with a farmer at the nursery up the road.
Me: What’s with the old farm?
Me: Does anyone own it?
Me: Is it for sale?
Some things are perhaps better left for longing. Displaced nostalgic overload:
(Well, I guess I did break in, but only a little.)