Most of my friends know that I have a morbid fascination, almost a desire for the apocolypse to come...and really, recently, I've renamed it to the "downfall".
I have, as crazy as this sounds, an unyielding belief that in my lifetime, society will collapse to a point where we will all be growing our own food and surviving much the same way our ancestors did eons ago.
Once, as a joke during my first Thanksgiving with this great community of friends that are our (mine and my husband's) chosen family, I made comment that if the apocolypse came, I was going to Matt Hanner's house. In the last three and half years, this idea has grown and morphed into a psuedo plan of action for when the downfall comes.
How will we keep the motorcylces running?
How will we eat?
What will we eat?
Who will come with us?
Where will we meet to go to the place I now reference in my head as Hannerville?
Most of my friends think I'm nuts to be so concerned about the downfall..they're nice and humor me...I laugh at myself knowing that the possibility of downfall is truly slim...but on another level, I year for simplicity. I have designed a life that is complicated and overwhelmingly busy...
(And yes, I know, living without Emergency Rooms and indoor plumbing will actually be BRUTAL, I can romantize it! I'm allowed....) ;-)
So my musings about Hannerville, really are in some ways wishful thinking.
I have decided to create a virtual Hannerville, and like with the crane story, have started developing ideas for either another blog, or a book or who knows what.....perhaps just a really nice short story.
My husband asked me the other day, why Hannerville and not Hammond town..to which I could only answer, "because it has to be".....