That's right guys. I am literally living on the edge. The edge of town, that is. In some ways, it's awesome. But it brings up a bittersweet identity crisis: am I a town girl or a city girl?
First, let me explain about the barn. My house was built at the time all of our great-great grandparents were young, and when it was first constructed, it was a decent carriage ride away to the center of town. So naturally, the original builders were in the country, and planning to farm. And farm they did, I'm sure. They built a marvelous little carriage barn, enough to keep a few horses, cows, and chickens, and a carriage as well, to take them into town.
|This is pretty similar to my barn. Minus the carriage.|
No matter how hard those urban farmers may try, the answer is nowhere.
So some days, I feel ready to pack my bags, marry a farmer, and live a simple, natural, wonderful country life.
Where else can you find the culture, elegance, and sophistication of a city? I know of no marble farms or barnyard orchestras. How could I live without access to pillared concert halls, art exhibits, and museums? I would long for the glamorous, glistening rush of city life. I would miss the chance to glide up escalators and shop in stores with chandeliers.
Now that I've huffed and puffed and ranted at you all 'till you're bored as buttons, I don't know how to end this except by stomping off in a fit of frustration. (I have no compassion on my own nerves!) But every blog post needs a happy ending, so I'll suffice it to say that whether I live in the country, city, or somewhere in between, I will be happy. Fortunately for us, God is with us, no matter where we live.:)