I Stumbled Into an “Intentional Community.”

For the first time in my life, I shared a house with friends who happened to share my own social and environmental concerns. It felt more possible (if not, more hopeful) to live sustainably, in the face of overwhelming scientific and economic realities.

Together, we recycled, carpooled when we could, repurposed old shirts as napkins, split a CSA box, started a compost, and even tried our hand at square foot gardening. We joked about calling our house “the green-house” and one day starting our own tiny house community. My handyman housemate even started drawing up plans for a tiny house.

I’d serendipitously fallen into an accidental intentional community.

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