Holy`Shmoley, my SheepGod, I couldn't believe it.
It had been since the early 90s when I and Mrs. TheSheep escorted the rams to play baseball in nearby P.C. We left those wooly ballplayers and wandered off to the Grayton/Seaside/Etc. area. We found this quaint little fourplex and settled into the fourth of it. Off 30, back roads made of shelltails and cocklepuppies , few neighbors, wide beaches, paradise found.
What the focken happened?
We recently turned off the Monster Highway to Rosemary Beach to be granted by stacked housing stacked on stacks of housing. TheSheep is a developer of barns, mainly commercial sheep centers, but I had no idea what those empty, "overpriced" lots of the early 90s were going to turn out looking like.
Before you get your knickers in a knot, ThisTheSheep is not criticizing in terms of "nonny nonny boo-boo, what the hell are you thinking about", your choice of stable, each to his own.
I can positively comment that the architectural diversity is rather eye-catching; WaterMark (sp??) is iris-candy, Alys Beach is supreme in its abstractness and that boat house thing, what Conspicuous Consumption Cooglehead is building that retina burner?
Seaside (square) looks like it got boxed in like Central Park (hey, why not build a few more and higher whatevers off the Square too..or, you are, my baaaaaaaaaaaaad).
It was a really dizzying experience for TheSheep; the Missus simply projectile vomited to perform her displeasure.
What a mix, a sense of community, crampness, beauty, distortion, investment value, serious $ to value outofunk ratios, luxury, cheepy (cheepy?), quaintness, soon-to-be-dead bicyclers, pedestrian friendliness, dogs n cats sleeping together........
I feel like I missed something and nothing all at the same time.
What I am trying to understand is the composite mentality of this living style. That is, what draws shee, er people to live on top of each other (careful........) and pay such inordinate sums for the privilidge?
It had been since the early 90s when I and Mrs. TheSheep escorted the rams to play baseball in nearby P.C. We left those wooly ballplayers and wandered off to the Grayton/Seaside/Etc. area. We found this quaint little fourplex and settled into the fourth of it. Off 30, back roads made of shelltails and cocklepuppies , few neighbors, wide beaches, paradise found.
What the focken happened?
We recently turned off the Monster Highway to Rosemary Beach to be granted by stacked housing stacked on stacks of housing. TheSheep is a developer of barns, mainly commercial sheep centers, but I had no idea what those empty, "overpriced" lots of the early 90s were going to turn out looking like.
Before you get your knickers in a knot, ThisTheSheep is not criticizing in terms of "nonny nonny boo-boo, what the hell are you thinking about", your choice of stable, each to his own.
I can positively comment that the architectural diversity is rather eye-catching; WaterMark (sp??) is iris-candy, Alys Beach is supreme in its abstractness and that boat house thing, what Conspicuous Consumption Cooglehead is building that retina burner?
Seaside (square) looks like it got boxed in like Central Park (hey, why not build a few more and higher whatevers off the Square too..or, you are, my baaaaaaaaaaaaad).
It was a really dizzying experience for TheSheep; the Missus simply projectile vomited to perform her displeasure.
What a mix, a sense of community, crampness, beauty, distortion, investment value, serious $ to value outofunk ratios, luxury, cheepy (cheepy?), quaintness, soon-to-be-dead bicyclers, pedestrian friendliness, dogs n cats sleeping together........
I feel like I missed something and nothing all at the same time.
What I am trying to understand is the composite mentality of this living style. That is, what draws shee, er people to live on top of each other (careful........) and pay such inordinate sums for the privilidge?
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