Ten months. That’s how long I lived in cohousing. Of course, I knew everyone before that but do you ever really know anyone?  You do once they are tested!  So, we were all tested and I ran away.

Now it is ten months since I moved out of cohousing. I’m trying to use that as a catalyst to give it a rest. Of course, I still get reminders all the time since I own a house there and get updates on the going ons (Not all, just some. They are glad to never hear my voice again or tell me anything).  I know I said this blog would be different – I”m not selling anything. I”m not a consultant for cohousing. I haven’t even tried to monetize this blog (though I might since I’m in a job switch moment and worried with COVID ongoing) but I hope not.  However, I realized that I am selling something – my house. Yet, this blog wouldn’t see to help in that regard.  I do think people should know the good, the bad, and the ugly and then decide if you want to try cohousing a go.

I have found out that we were not unique. Many, most, cohousing have a hard time dealing with differences and conflicts. It takes time to figure out what works best (seems like Non Violent Communication, Restorative Circles, Sociocracy, and being courageous) yet all places get new people and new ideas and even founders decide it might not be the place for them anymore.

So, as I try to move on, I want to try to just blog away and write a lot of these entry ideas. Then, one day, it will be this information out there for others but I will start a new blog about other parts of my lives. Parts that have a future.