So this girl I went to high school with just posted this picture on Facebook. She’s getting married here? Pretty, right?
So wrong. Because although I haven’t been home in almost 6 months, this is the building that is breaking my heart. Last time I saw it, it was only half built. And now it’s in full event-swing.
This is The Pinery. Its a schwanky wedding facility. They bought the old abandoned fish market that used to be a boarded up eye sore on the top of this hill. I guess I should also point out that this hill is literally right atop my house and the property my horses are on.
I grew up on the west side of Colorado Springs, right beneath beautiful Pikes Peak. In all my travels, I have yet to find a neighborhood like it. Where neighbors come and go in each other’s houses as they please, we all share spare keys to each other’s cars, and there’s an emu farm and horses across the street from the neighborhood nursing home.
It’s rustic, old, and homey. Some refer to it as the ghetto. (Those people are pussies.) And for some reason, some idiot thought it would be a good idea to slap this monstrosity in the middle of my neighborhood. They knocked down a 100+ year old Victorian home for extra parking. And now, they’re trying to buy the land my horses are on. The land that has been grandfathered in and for over 60 years been the central buzz for the entire west side. With families walking by with treats, to the little neighborhood girls who run down the hill to lean on the gate and pet and adore my horses after school. And what are they going to do with this acre of land? The acre of land that has embodied the entire west side of my beautiful city? They are going to pave it. And they are going to have little men in vests valet park the Lexus’s and Mercedes and every other car you would never see in my neighborhood in a million years.
And that breaks my heart. Because I understand that there are people in the world who appreciate the “finer things” in life. Who want their spacious open concept houses with a 3 car garage they can pull into and never have to see their neighbors. But keep your fucking fancy pretentious ass out of my neighborhood.
I’ll take my boarded up fish market any day.