Calculated in decades
Owning land is cool. I speak from a point of limited personal experience, given that this field is only my second. I did increase the area from my first run, substantially, but I hardly consider myself as master of a huge doman. All relative, of course. I mean, one definition used to be “As far as I can see . I am getting there, albeit in a retrograde manner.
I did spend some time perusing the local “lands for sale” advertisement, with no personal intentions. Think of this as preemptive shopping. No pressure on family members. I they decide to join our neighbourhood, that would be good. Less time required for me to get to know my new mates, if you will.
I can’t speak for others, but I am attached to this particular corner of the planet. Historical reasons. When my great-great-great-grandfather waded in from his shipwreck, I doubt that he was calculating the future deeds. Let me take his place. I’d like to see one (or more) of my sons decide to make this their home. Bring the future children along. Let’s go for ten generations. I’ll let the sons know, discretely. Not with their own titles to preperty. That would require someone locally giving me a cheap access. How does it work again:? One dollar and a firm handshake?
For now, I’m going with a sense of history (but not entitlement). Let them wade ashore from their own shipwrecks. And nothing about a storm. Let it be a fine summer afternoon, without wind (or jellyfish). I want them to come and stay. Soon, though. My days are numbered. A few decades. Tops.
