Today we hit the open road, venturing into the part of Illinois known as “downstate.” It turns out, one must only travel an hour or so from the ‘burbs to discover farmland and rural surroundings as far as the eye can see.
Every time I find myself passing through sparsely populated areas like that, I imagine myself living there. I choose a nice tidy house out in the middle of a field (which is probably the farm that supports its current residents) and imagine the freedom of living the rural life there. No “neighborhood” yard to tend. No neighbors to hear. No door-to-door salespeople or religious zealots. I wouldn’t mind being far from stores or “civilization.” I certainly wouldn’t miss traffic and crowds. As long as I had a good Internet connection, I’d be good to go.
And the sky… it’s so BIG out there! Today it was full of dramatic clouds against a background of gorgeous blue.
I have a dream that I will someday live in my “forever house.” I don’t know exactly where it is or what it looks like. I do know that it won’t be fancy; it will be homey. It won’t be large; it will be just the right size for my Sweetie and I and the kitties and things we love. It will have a SMALL garden and minimal grass – and it won’t have close neighbors.
There’s a lot of country out there – I just want my little piece of it.