Hello everyone! This is my first post on this blog site, so I'll just introduce myself.

A few years ago, our family moved to a McMansion-type of suburbia. I found the people to be friendly only if they needed something. I couldn't believe the difference between these types of people and those where we came from (smaller town). I constantly wonder how people can behave so rudely and self-centered. Perhaps it's because no one has true roots here. This area used to be farmland. Everyone has relocated from somewhere else. No one knows your mother. No one cares. But, I don't think the residents are truly to blame. I believe they have bought into the affluence-equals-happiness line, but no one is happy. They all seem so lonely. Divorce is common. Both the men and women seem to value outward appearance and image. No one gets it. Image isn't real. The affluence isn't real either. Their whole lifestyle is on credit. (ok, maybe not all people...but I think most)

So, now that we are entering into a post-petroleum world, I am terribly concerned for our area. They will be looking for someone to blame, because of course, they have done everything right. They got a great degree. Got a great job. Caught a blond trophy. The world will soon not make any sense at all.

So, a few years ago I started a community website. It features human interest stories, and I am trying to sneak in some suburban homesteading topics as well. I have actually been told by one resident that "there is no way I will grow my food--I will always buy it from someone." I'm not making this up. Elitism is common. Attitudes need to change around here, big time. Princess will be so confused when she won't be able to afford a mani-pedi. And that will be the least of her troubles.

Please believe me when I say I'm not a griper. I just wanted to describe where I'm coming from and the uphill battle ahead.

Oh, by the way...I woke up to peak oil by watching the End of Suburbia and I love to catch Peak Moment on YouTube.

Nice to meet you all!

Kris
www.sccworlds.com