Ok I'll admit it. I am a country mouse at heart. Born in the country side, raised on an active Arabian horse farm with animals galore my life was one with nature. Hiking, fishing, hunting and camping I've done it all. And all by my self I might add. Being an only child did not hold back my adventurous side.
UNTIL my 20's. Holy cow what has happened to me. I stay indoors, playing computer games, when I'm home and when I'm at work I'm on a computer WORKING on computer games. Which is fine, I do enjoy it but I feel a calling sometimes that just about rips apart my soul at the seams. Just a few moments ago I stepped outside (working the midnight shift..grr..) and in the darkness there I found QUIET. No rushing cars on the busy street, no people or music. Nothing but the occasional clang of the flagpole and the wind rustling through what FEW tree's are around this building. Breathing in the cold air, closing my eyes for just a moment, listening to the sound of splendorous silence, I couldn't help but wish to the powers that be that I was once again in the mountains of my youth, or exploring thick pine forest, smelling richly of thick, sticky sap and the needles gently crunching beneath the hooves of my horse.
How I miss those simple moments.
I love my husband to death and he certainly is a city mouse, heck the wide open emptiness of the country scares him. And I don't plan on going anywhere, but dang I sure do miss it sometimes.
If I had a choice, I swear my ideal home would be a cabin on about 100 acres of land, in Alaska, Montana, Canada or Washington state. What beautiful places. Just me and the mountains....ah....sigh.
I need to win the lottery so I can buy a home like that. This cramped up apartment living in the suburbs of a big city is killing me.
UNTIL my 20's. Holy cow what has happened to me. I stay indoors, playing computer games, when I'm home and when I'm at work I'm on a computer WORKING on computer games. Which is fine, I do enjoy it but I feel a calling sometimes that just about rips apart my soul at the seams. Just a few moments ago I stepped outside (working the midnight shift..grr..) and in the darkness there I found QUIET. No rushing cars on the busy street, no people or music. Nothing but the occasional clang of the flagpole and the wind rustling through what FEW tree's are around this building. Breathing in the cold air, closing my eyes for just a moment, listening to the sound of splendorous silence, I couldn't help but wish to the powers that be that I was once again in the mountains of my youth, or exploring thick pine forest, smelling richly of thick, sticky sap and the needles gently crunching beneath the hooves of my horse.
How I miss those simple moments.
I love my husband to death and he certainly is a city mouse, heck the wide open emptiness of the country scares him. And I don't plan on going anywhere, but dang I sure do miss it sometimes.
If I had a choice, I swear my ideal home would be a cabin on about 100 acres of land, in Alaska, Montana, Canada or Washington state. What beautiful places. Just me and the mountains....ah....sigh.
I need to win the lottery so I can buy a home like that. This cramped up apartment living in the suburbs of a big city is killing me.