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Log cabin contemplations: hanging out at a commune

Last week I wrote about some of the weirdness of moving back into my childhood home for a month. It's a little different than it was when I was an isolated only child growing up here, though: my childhood home is now a commune and functioning eco-retreat type thing called Sacred Groves. At any given time, there are a mix of a half dozen to a dozen adults and children living here, walking the paths I used to haunt alone. Sometimes it's awesome, and sometimes it's, well, a little overwhelming.