One of the chapters in my book is a description of a year-long ethnography I do of a bench located in my front garden. I’ve had the bench out there for four years, through vandalism, neighbor complaints, etc…but today it went back into the backyard because some of our guests decided to start behaving like pretty bad neighbors. I don’t know what the writing is; I do know I am sick of picking up the garbage they leave.
I don’t know what the next step is. Go back to being a simple inner ring suburb homeowner, with a front garden that is for looking but not dwelling?
I am sad.