At the same time, the psychological impact of these changes have been devastating. And, hey, I'm not afraid to say it. The last two years have brought suburbia to our front door literally. One day I lived in a remote corner of the world, on gravel roads, a quarter of mile from the mailbox, with no garbage pickup or predictable government services at all. Today, I see a row of magnificent brick homes out my front window, the road is paved and the quaint wooden bridge proned to flooding has been replaced with concrete.
Newcomers are now aware of how noise travels out here.
We can hear every word they say, and it's been two years since we could sit outside and enjoy peaceful evening. We get dusk to dawn lawnmowers, music, off road vehicles, motor cycles and loud talking. We used to have a night sky. Now we have their streetlights. They don't seem to understand their streetlights invade our lives.