When you come through the gate, they tell you, 'Welcome home!', and they mean it. I first came to Wisteria in 2004, and I've been going back as often and as much as I could ever since.
I found community and acceptance there. I've sat in the grass and listened to girl and guitar musicians break my heart with their songs there. I've sat around warm fires and shared good company there, and danced to drummers around hot summer fires there. I've swam in the pond and walked the trails and felt joy I can't put into words there.
The land is wonderful and magical, and the people no less so. It's all a labor of love. Walk up to people, say hi, call them friend and friend they'll be. I've made friends there that I will never lose. I've taken friends there who needed that community, and they've been better for it. It's a place where you can let yourself love, and give, and trust, and accept those things in return.
If you can, if you want, check it out. And when you get there, you'll be home.