When I was kid…my parents would send me “down to the valley” to visit my grandparents. I enjoyed it…as much as a young kid can enjoy being away from their parents for two weeks…kicking and screaming. My favorite part was going to visit my great grandparents…they had horses…and rabbits. I loved being outside with the animals. No need to have polite conversation, no need to pretend that you, a kid, cared about what the grown-ups were talking about. I spent all day out there. Ever since then, I have wanted to go back. Go back to that space, back to the country.
There is just something about it to me. It makes me so happy, and peaceful. To think of being self sufficient, and, to put it plainly, live the simple life, as Thoreau said, or was it Nichole Richie? Life is too short…to spend it worried about half of the crap that we spend our time worrying about these days. I’m not going to mention all of the things (I couldn’t even begin), but to me it’s the materialism and all the psychological implications that come with “keeping up with the joneses” that drives me crazy. This, of course, is strictly my opinion.
More importantly than all of this…I want chickens y’all!! I want fresh eggs. I want to wake up to the sound of a rooster. Although, at this point, I’m not sure we are going to have any roosters…but it’s the thought. Someone should invent a rooster alarm clock!! If you guys find one…let me know?
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