I cried yesterday and I miss reading my books on an island where people are priced out of living ever again

Emily Climbs and how she and her friend walked around at night and slept in a hay stack.

Sweet innocent days.

Why I read through a boxed set of Anne of Green Gables that I inherited when the pandemic started, and I walked around almost naming places with fairy feelings...in a different town in California, where it's also probably too expensive to live now?

And so is this one?

Where is it not?