Documenting the disconnect

At Christmas time the bleak nature of Charlottesville reveals itself to me. 

Even though I've lived in this community since 2002, I don't really feel I am part of the greater scheme of things. I know that I have documented this place over time and I make my living doing so. 

But I don't feel that I belong here and I feel like a ghost most of the time. 

Today I drove to the bank to drop off a check sent to my company from one of my subscribers. They paid an amount of their choosing, and I'm grateful for the support. I did not solicit this check but it comes from time to time. I provide a service that no one else does. 

And when I write this out, I feel my brain unifying around this prospect and this idea that I have been here writing about this community. 

I am perhaps well placed to be here and to have been here. I am writing currently about property transactions as a way of getting more content out to people. 

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Twelve hours later, the day got better. I got the chores done I needed to do and I am here still. 

The world is always being rebuilt