And Then I Remember Why I Love Living in the Country

I do a lot of complaining about certain parts of my life in the country. Namely—all the spiders.

When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up and move someplace more exciting. Maybe a big city. Maybe a big city near the BEACH.

What did I do, instead? I bought the house I grew up in, and settled into a life framed by memories of my own childhood. We’ve made upgrades, but the soul of this home has been with me most of my life.

When I wake up on a chilly fall day and look out onto a scene like this, I remember why I’m here. It’s gorgeous, and it’s home.

And then I remember why I love living in the country

I wonder how my life might be different if I had moved to that big city. I’m certainly not as adventurous as I once thought I would be, and that’s okay with me.

I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

  • Tiffany C.

    That’s neat that you bought the house you grew up in. If i had it my way we’d move back to VA, buy the house I grew up in in the country and fix it up. You have a beautiful view. Love the leaves, our leaves don’t get the pretty down here in Louisiana.