The Neighbors Are Gone

old adobe houses in Taos, NM

One, two, three

There’s a thing about life that few people know. What’s missing or hurting will always show up in some way—you can’t get away, it’s like gravity. From 2003 to 2005, I lived alone in the house in the background. My wife was in Dubuque, and the neighbors were here. Good people. I’d rented the place when she went up to Iowa to find work and take care of her mother. She came back to Taos in ’05 to move in with me. The neighbors were here.

We’ve lived here together for eight long years since. All that time, the neighbors were here. Until 2007, so was the landlord, in a studio apartment in the back of our place. Before he died, he willed the house in the foreground to the neighbor lady and ours to his niece. The two parties have been locked in probate ever since, to my mind entirely the neighbors’ fault, though what do I know—and what does it matter, except they were here.

With both houses hooked up to the same failing septic system, sharing the cost of upkeep and repair has been tricky. (Oh, the sewage stories I can tell.) So have a few other things, partly my fault, like when it got harder for me after their fortunes improved so dramatically and still they were here. With the property in probate, there was little our landlady could do that involved the whole place, and life-improving enterprises like fixing the driveway just never got done. The neighbors bought new things and followed a guru all over the world. We couldn’t travel and struggled to flush. They came back from airports in limos late in the night, to this place beside us, oh golly oh gee, and I never knew why. The windows don’t open, and there isn’t a bathtub. The roof leaks, and so on. For the last six and a half years though, since inheriting the place, they’ve been living rent-free…

And they just bought a house. Now the neighbors are gone. Show me my wounds, Lord, teach me a lesson. Everything’s there if you’re willing to see.

The universe is different now. For however brief a time, it’s like having our own place. I feel larger, more calm. Something will come of this. Something will shift.

We won’t be here that much longer, anyway. Not in this house. We have it in pretty good shape, just in case—winter can jump right down your throat at seven thousand feet, and things move slowly then. But take another look at that photo: it all fits, everything! All that went down, before me and after.

             The buildings that weep.

             The mountains, the trees.

             The air is so clean.

             The sun is so bright.

It’s a privilege to have been here. It’s astonishing to be all right.

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John Hamilton Farr lives at 7,000 feet in Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” This JHFARR.COM site is the master writing archive. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page. For a complete list of all John’s writing, photography, NFTs, and social media links, please visit JHFARR.ART  

  • Gillian Booth October 9, 2013, 1:13 AM

    You are more than all right, you are an inspiration, and I wish you and your wife well for the next part of your journey, John. I just spent a month out there, in Los Lunas and Albuquerque, going out to into the mighty land feeling well blessed that I could make it one more time. You inspired me to write my own blog, with pictures, for the folks back home. Thanks.

    • JHF October 9, 2013, 7:20 AM

      Thank you, Gillian. Still in the depths of the unknown, and now the country is hanging by a thread, so who knows how the next phase plays out? Your good wishes are very much appreciated. I’m also very happy for you, that you got to spend some time in New Mexico.

      What do you think of ABQ, by the way? It’s been suggested by more than one that we consider that because it’s warmer and cheaper. I dunno, though. Path of least resistance would have us getting a new place right here. Least disruptive, etc., if only one would show up!

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