Here’s a bit of a confession, while I want to live locally, I don’t want to sacrifice my quality of life. I’m also aware that there is probably such thing as ridiculously local. I’m sure I’ve crossed this line a number of times over my life time, below are a few highlights (or lowlights…)
Disclaimer, when I live in Portland, OR I was not considered a hippy or eco-aware. When I moved to SW Colorado, I magically because a raging hippy and bizarrely eco-aware- just by virtue of moving 1,500 miles not because I changed any behavior.
Moments of reasonable local:
- Having chickens in the backyard and trading the neighbors eggs for their silence.
- Going to the farmers market every weekend and talking to my famers.
- Buying local beer and going to local events.
- Getting to know my local butcher.
- Composting everything (or feeding it to the chickens).
- Joining a Time Bank.
- Evaporating my own sea salt (This was living in Port Townsend, WA- so probably not that strange there, but in retrospect….).
- Getting turkeys (4 turkeys to go with my 19 chickens) so that I would know exactly where my holiday meal came from (a touch Portlandia, in Colorado).
- Brewing my own wine (you could peel paint with it, but it was very local. Foraged blackberries, well water and time).
- Learning to spin (okay this wouldn’t be as odd if I actually knew or wanted to know how to knit).
- Touring my local butcher’s processing plant.
- Melting snow for turkeys and chickens to drink instead of using bought water (I have to buy my drinking water by the gallon- no running water).