Several weeks ago, before we officially moved, I went to visit Country Lovin' Boy down at his work. While waiting in line for the GO bus my attention was grabbed by two men talking to one of the clerks. They were very obviously not city dwellers, or so I quickly learned by the following comments.
"We don' know nothin' bout these here big city parts. Wese jest tryin' a git back home to Uxbridge afore feedin' time. We came in on the train, now howda we git back on one?"
All I could think was that is me in 6 months. What have I done?
Okay, so I may have exagerated their accents slightly, and I may never become that hick but still...my situation is dire! I'm suffering from 'societal withdrawal'. While this may not be a legitimate disorder it is legitimate enough in my mind as I sit with my playbook waiting 10 minutes for my Hotmail page to load. Forget about waiting 20 minutes for all the pictures to load on People.com so I can get caught up, or heaven forbid trying to upload pictures to create a blog post. Beyonce had her baby? An Italian cruise ship flipped on his side? No, I didn't know those things. What I do know is that a Marg Creeson lost her cat, there is a sale on Uncle Ben's packaged rice at the Foodland in Hillsburgh, and the local 'theatre' is doing a showing of Babar.
But looking out my window to the rolling countryside, watching my little farmers run through their big, old house, or seeing the snowmobile tracks outside after thinking Country Boy was cutting wood for our fire (but that's a whole other story) makes up for everything.
Yes, this Big City Girl has given up many things but I have realized that at the end of the day, they weren't the things that really mattered. Laid-back country living is better. Did I just type that sentence? Hey, if Tori Spelling can do it so can I!
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