Something has happened to me during the past few years, I've made some kind of mysterious shift from being happy and entranced with city life to experiencing eye-opening and soul-awakening life trips that have altered my direction. Now, I am comfortable with the thought of living in a rural area. More than that, I crave to live full-time at our country acreage. I won't fib, I actually get depressed when too much time passes from the last trip to our land.
Over the past ten years of owning our land, I have learned that being surrounded by masses of people in a city does not mean that you aren't still alone. Conversely, I've also learned that being alone with fewer people nearby in the country doesn't mean that you aren't a social butterfly.
I can either have the conveniences of living in the city and pay the price which means congestion, higher crime rates, less physical space, more interruptions and always having the sense of being in a rush...either you are in a rush or you are next to someone who is clearly in a rush and you are probably in their way.
|Another drive into downtown Houston.|
Walking through our wooded acreage gives me some kind of mysterious fuel. I take a deep cleansing breath of the fresh forest air and feel refreshed. I take steps upon natural earth covered in dirt, composting leaves, pine needles and I am glad to leave my concrete and metal world behind. All the birds chirping and flying around remind me of the freedom that we have in the country and I bask in their fluttering sounds as it calms my spirit that has felt too caged in the city.
While enjoying a moment together outside before going into our tent, we sit on our land and gaze up into the starlit sky with amazement, as if it is a new wonder for us to behold. The twinkling lights we get to enjoy in the city come from street lights, towering buildings and billboards. The city has blanketed the earth as much as possible with its artificial materials while city lights have managed to smother the twinkling of the night sky.
|The moon peaking through the forest over our shoulder.|
However, I'm not so flattered by the wondrous ability of man any longer; maybe I never really had been as flattered as I had convinced myself to be. I'm deeply drawn to all things in nature and toward a life as free from city congestion and city interruptions as possible.
And then, I am interrupted...
As I've sat here writing, I've already had to go to my front door to turn away a solicitor. I had been peacefully sitting here as Deputy Dave takes a nap and I hear the loud door bell, DING DONG."
I jump up to close the master bedroom door to keep sleeping man from waking and I go to the door, with caution. However, you and I both know that I'd rather be sitting in peace writing about wanting to move out to the country.
Who is at my door? A solicitor. It's almost as if he knew what I was writing about so he decided to come solidify my stance about moving to the country. One thing is for sure, the city has plenty of solicitors, even if you have a sign that says, "No Solicitors" at your front door.
This little man was slick. I stood behind my unopened door and he had his back turned toward me, as if it is me who is required to get HIS attention at MY front door. My dogs were alert and ready to start their judgement, and I yelled through the door, "Can I help you?" The man turned, obviously disappointed that I've not opened my door fully in this 90+ degree Texas heat, so he quickly held up a card and pressed it against my front door glass. The card said, "Front Door Restoration."
I wanted to laugh out loud. My door IS horrendous. It needs to be sanded, re-stained and sealed, plus the stained glass needs to be replaced for the third time, but I laughed at the ironic moment. Here I am, standing at my front door in the city that seems to invite every interruption imaginable and this solicitor is using my ugly front door as the very excuse to stand there intruding upon my life.
"Not interested, I like my ugly door."
One day soon...one day very soon I'll be able to better hold onto my sanity and prereserve my peace behind the country ugly front door.