This thought caused me to stop my rde this time, rather than pass by yet another one of these developments. Actually, it was probably the third or fourth I’d passed during the first 6 miles of this particular ride.
The dream pushers have tricked us into trading our true selves and happiness for paper and pressed wood homes. They cover them with a thin plastic, “maintenance free” veneer, lock us into heaps of debt and go on their way to the next development.
They leave behind a new suburban development with new home owners who wake up, walk to their car in their driveway, drive to their office parking lot and reverse the sequence, Monday through Friday.