City girl turns country

Showing off our new "cowgirl" look.

A year ago I would not have thought I would be writing this declaration, but here it is...I am now a country girl. I love to hear the rooster crow and I don't care what time it is. I have found great amusement in watching animals. I like hanging clothes out on a line. I enjoy being in the garden in the cool of the morning and picking the bounty of what is to be found there. I even enjoy hearing the bees buzzing in the distance.

Last year at this time, we were moving from Kansas City looking for a quieter, simpler life. We were shocked when we moved into our "new" house. What a mess it was. It was left dirty and uncared for. Once I recovered from the shock, I set into making this house a home. I cleaned for two days before I felt comfortable unpacking. We went through our belongings to weed out what was unnecessary, to move us closer to that "simpler life". It was healing to be able to live with a little less.

This whole adventure started as my husband's dream. He was a farm boy and had spent our whole married life trying to get back to the country. I have to admit, I didn't embrace this dream for a long time. I wasn't apposed to living in the country but it wasn't a burning desire in me like it was in my husband.

Now, here I am, a reformed, former suburbanite. A city girl who loved going to dinner theater and having every form of entertainment right around the block. I have traded the convenience of close shopping for the peace we have on our little homestead. I have exchanged Starbucks for Folgers. There are usually many days in a row that I never leave our property. I am happy with that. What I get in exchange is worth it...a simpler, quieter life.