A Peak Into Boofoo

** For those who are unaware of Boofoo, or where this is, you're not alone. This has become a quaint way of describing where I live since I live in the middle of nowhere. The term is coined from Julia Croce except I think she would call it "Boofoo China" since it's literally out in the country/forest area of Nofo. **

Don't get me wrong, I love living here. There are, however, always pros/cons to each situation.

Pros:

1. I love nature. There's honestly nothing better than seeing the sun coming in through hundreds of trees on the car ride home. It's just so beautiful; there's really nothing like it. How many houses in the city see foxes in their yard? Do you know how cute that is??
   
2. I love the silence. I don't have to worry about cars or traffic whizzing by my house. It's just nice and quiet.
3. Neighbors? Yes, I have neighbors, but they aren't wedged up against my house like the houses in Cape Coral. There's a considerable amount of property in between this house and our neighbors' houses.
4. I grew up here. I've lived in the same exact house since I've been birthed. On one of the walls of the house, we had my little height measurement chart for every year to keep track of how much I grew. My parents painted over it, but I know it's still there. (No, I did not just pop out completely tall, although it feels like that may have been the case).

Cons:

1. It's nature. With every beautiful sunset or sunlight shimmering on the trees, there will always be these crazy ass insects and animals gallivanting around everywhere. I'm not exaggerating. Too many times have I tried to take a shower only to find a huge ass spider waiting to kill me. After rainy days, ants will be crawling all over my clothes because they got in through my window. There have been scorpions in my sink before because they climbed up through the pipe. Everything out where I live is twice as big and twice as likely to show up in the strangest places.
2. Wanna come over to watch a scary movie? I didn't think so. Any type of horror movie would most likely literally play out where I live. It's severely creepy how quiet it gets at night.
3. Let's say a horror movie situation does occur where I live, I don't have that many neighbors, so I'd end up dying. Plus, it's in the middle of nowhere. Cops/firefighters/anyone won't be able to get there for a good 30 minutes; I would be dead by the time anyone showed up.
4. It takes 15+ minutes to get to civilization, and by civilization, I mean AMC, the Nofo movie theater. It takes roughly 30 minutes to get downtown, 40 minutes to get to Bell Tower, etc. Due to the amount of time I'd have to dedicate to driving, it's no wonder I never really had a crazy social life ever.

I love my house though. I can't picture living anywhere else, except in dear old Boofoo =)