The Adventures of Petra Pan, 39F, Northern NM

When I was a kid, I loved the movie Peter Pan, and there's a song I still remember (and occasionally find myself singing):

I won't grow up,
I don't want to go to school.
Just to learn to be a parrot,
And recite a silly rule.

Except, I mis-heard the lyrics and didn't realize for 30 years... I thought Peter sang, "Just to learn to be a parent," as in, just to learn to perpetuate stupid values he doesn't share on to the next generation of lemmings.

Well, folks, Petra Pan here, finally coming around to the idea of setting down, 4 years after buying 8.8 acres with water rights, and 1 year after getting a fuckton of goats. I still don't act very grown up, and heck if I'm parent material! But definitely long-term partner-material, now that I've worked through some shit and come up for air singing.

I dream of spending my days working the land and my nights working a loom. Sometimes I also let myself dream of waking up next to someone I can share that with… But I’m not sure there’s anyone out there for me, quirky as I am. I think if I'm going to find him anywhere, it might just be here!

Here goes: I will never fit in with hippies or vegans, and I will never fit in with Trumpers or evangelicals. For instance: I’m building a permaculture farm, but I've taught riflery. I love God, but hate religion. Weird politics too: I've never missed an election, but I've also never voted for a woman for president, let alone Trump. I'm a history nerd; some people down south act like they're not done fighting the Civil War, but I'm not done fighting the American Revolution. Last, I’m a dirt-dwelling tomboy who loves to dress up for date night- makeup, heels and all. I’m just independent, all around.

If there's someone out there for me who is equally free-spirited, I would happily share this little piece of paradise. It could be an amazing homestead if I found my Wendy! Or, Wendell, as it were. (Or honestly even if you are a Wendy with a dick that would be a-OK with me. I had an ex once who sometimes wore wore women's clothes. His confidence walking into the pharmacy with a Duck Dynasty-style beard and a frilly purple coat was so hot.)

I'm in northern New Mexico. Are you in Neverland?

I'm the same way

Hey Kate

My name is Peter and I don't live in Neverland but sometimes feel like I do! Your post caught my attention... you have a way with words!

I'm in a small town in the northern part of the San Luis Valley called Crestone in Colorado... have you ever heard/been here? I'm at 8,000ft on 3.5 acre off grid homestead that I built an Earthship on. We share the same beautiful Sangre de Christo range as you. I use to have a Aunt and Uncle that lived in Taos and would visit them quite often over the years and love the beauty of northern NM.

I feel very similar on a lot of the things you wrote about and felt inclined to comment back... I'd love to hear more about your journey and homestead. Espicially how many is a fuckton of goats? lol You seem like you have a great sense of humer!

Hope this message finds you well!

Hi Kate. You sound like a dream. Present politics is so divisive, it's making a mess of everything... and it's mostly theater! Finding a person who has their own mind on these things gives one hope. I'm living in Ontario, but have dual citizenship and would move south in a heartbeat given the right combination of factors. So I'm not in Neverland, but kinda close, certainly a longshot, but what else are adventurous weirdos expected to do? I'm a published poet with several books, college teacher in a former life, now honing landscape design and permie skills. If you'd like to connect and learn more, let me know, and I'll send along my email address.