You are looking for a home. You drive through neighborhoods and find one you like. You walk around, speak with some of the people who live there. Some are recent, some have been there much of their lives. They are friendly, and they want to know you. After all, you may become their neighbor, and as they say, “since we’re neighbors, let’s be friends.”
You like what you see. It’s a neighborhood you feel you could be happy in, raise your family, retire, sit on your porch, chat. It will be your neighborhood, and these will be your neighbors.
Then a house is sold, not to a new neighbor, not to someone you will get to know, but to someone who lives somewhere else, and the home will become a vacation rental. You won’t know these people who “move in” because they’ll just be there long enough to party and celebrate. And then they’ll be gone, possibly leaving trash cans full of garbage and you with corresponding nights of restless sleep.
We talk about lost revenue from limiting vacation rentals. We talk about the owners who will lose their investment income. Let’s talk for a moment about what it was like when we grew up in our neighborhoods, and what that meant to all of us, and how this could change everything.