as the years have gone by i must admit, i have grown to enjoy it. there are days that i long to walk to everything i want to do, and i would love the closest Panera to be less than a 45 min drive, a library would again be a huge building with mountains of information, and my children would be a bit more cultured. but the things i enjoy here grow with every year.
i can throw the grease from a pan out the door, and noone but my grass cares,
disposing of the Christmas tree means putting it on the deck, and having the kids drag it in the spring to the woods behind my house.
i have my own ponds, and there are no strange men hanging out at them after dark.
my grass can grow a little high, and there is no law to tell me it needs to be cut, my kids stuff can be strewn everywhere, and i do not worry if someone will fall on it and sue me
i can see more stars at night than i knew even existed when i was young, and my kids know the night sky is truly limitless
my garden does not have to be in pots, unless i want it to
when i first moved from the city i knew i was doing it for my son, who was the only one i had at the time. and i used to say when the kids grew up, i would probably move back to civilization, but now i honestly have to wonder.