So, we've talked an awful lot about ditching the rat race lately. Getting away from the city. Taking a cut in salary, buying a piece of land and all that good stuff. We want it and want it bad.
We KNOW that this is what we want. We've decided to work up a plan to get us where we want to be. I know that there will never be a perfect time to do something like that. It's like having a baby, there is never a "perfect" time to decide to have a baby. You just do it.
I'm thinking we should set up a time line. Say two years. Fall of 2010. In the mean time, we take the acre we've got here and we have two more summers to plant and practice, we buy food in bulk like we're out in po-dunk, we make things from scratch, build things, learn and research and save, save, save. We stop worrying about big schemes and live a normal life in the mean time. Take a few weekends away, spend time in the country together. Buy things like a lawn tractor that we'll need. Simplify our lives. Have simple home grown holidays.
And if the Fall of 2010 comes looming on the horizon and we are still struggling and not in that "perfect" place to pick up and move, we do it anyway. We prepare ourselves the best that we can and we do it anyway.
You know of course, the other option, the one that is hard to resist is the voice that says, do it now. Take all those hits now. Go where you want to be and then take the next two years to recover. But at least be in that place you need to be. Get out of the city. And that voice is so very hard to silence. It's a constant urging to just go. Find a simpler path. To find a path with time to be together. A husband without the weight of the city on his shoulders. The land to sustain us through the tough days. The peace and quiet to hear your own thoughts. To give our son the gift of his parents. To all get a chance to make a life that we want. Oh, I know we couldn't buy a farm right now. But, we could get out of the city. Leave the rats behind. Find a place with open skies, and welcoming arms. A little Church where the Sunday School teacher actually knows the kids' names and doesn't have to have traffic control. Church suppers and Friday night football games. Ugh, I have to stop talking about this or I'll lose my reserve altogether.
I'm sitting here staring out the window and the wooded acre here. I see no birds or squirrels. I hear the constant hum of traffic, horns and sirens. I get so sick of the traffic and sirens. How many freaking fires can there be in one day?
But, it's all doable. It's just working out the timeline. Getting the ducks in a row. And then doing it anyway!
2 days ago
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We moved two years ago, and I'm still getting my bearings some days. It's funny you mention Friday night football games... we never went to the high school games in the little town we lived in before. But our house was so close to the high school that I could hear the marching band practicing on fall afternoons. Something about stepping out of the car when I got home and hearing the sounds of all of those kids made me happy. Still makes me smile to think about it.
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