I'm more at home with my log cabins than I am in my house in Cherry Hill.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I like my small camper. I just do not want to return to a fixed home. I cannot stand being in one place. I must keep moving.
I grew up in rural Oregon in a log house with bark left on inside and out. We had no electricity, a massive stone fireplace, a grand piano, and tons of books.
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
I'm in between homes right now, but my last house was dope.
I feel very at home in woodlands and could easily live there. I should have been one of Robin Hood's men.
My main home is in Fayetteville, Arkansas, a college town in the Ozark Mountains. I live on the highest hill in a quiet cul-de-sac, surrounded by friends.
I grew up in trailer houses in New Mexico, Arkansas, Texas and Oklahoma.
There's just something wonderful about getting a small group of people together in an isolated location, and there's something about cabins themselves that imply both horror and fun. When you go to a cabin, you're usually going to have a good time.
I live in a cabin in Santa Cruz.
I live in a Mobile Home - I've never had a house, except once; I rented a log cabin.