This article in the summer issue of Yes! magazine reminds me of the joy we first found in cohousing. It was 2001– shortly after 9/11– that my family and I became part of RoseWind Cohousing in Port Townsend, Washington. Twenty households, lots of kids, plenty of open space free from cars and driveways, shared meals 2 to 3 times a week, a community garden and orchard, and best of all, neighbors we came to know intimately. We didn’t just share resources, as valuable and ecological as that was: one lawnmower, one pickup truck, one garden shed and set of tools. We saw each other frequently, made decisions to manage the common facilities together, sat at table together regularly. In other words, we became like an extended family. We got to know each other, offered support and condolences and enthusiasm to each other, blasting the anonymity and isolation of modern life out of our little corner of the world. Socially and psychically, as well as economically, it was a good move.
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