I love where we live. I love that we are steps away from a beautiful, paved bike path. I love that we are just a few more steps away from a peaceful reservoir. I love that we are near the city, but also have the perks of the suburbs. I love walking to Trader Joe's.
But sometimes, especially this time of year, when we venture out to apple picking or to a yummy breakfast at Parker's Maple Barn, I have an urge to move farther out to the country. To a place where we'd have lots of land. To a place with big, old, colorful trees. To a place where neighbors are friendly, but not too close. To a place where I'd shop in small markets, not gigantic grocery stores.
Who knows, maybe one day.
But sometimes, especially this time of year, when we venture out to apple picking or to a yummy breakfast at Parker's Maple Barn, I have an urge to move farther out to the country. To a place where we'd have lots of land. To a place with big, old, colorful trees. To a place where neighbors are friendly, but not too close. To a place where I'd shop in small markets, not gigantic grocery stores.
Who knows, maybe one day.
1 comment:
I feel EXACTLY the same way!!
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