So where do I begin? The middle of nowhere? I suppose so...though, maybe I should clarify. I live on the edge of Kansas and on the verge of misery plus freezing to death (unless it is summer, then you are roasting to death). You can call it the plains of Colorado...where it takes a minimum of 30 minutes to get into town to buy petrol and food (well, there are some people who have to drive an hour and a half...so I can't complain). Out here, we have chickens for eggs, a garden to grow vegetables, and a new orchid that I'm pretty sure will never give us more than three apples.
If you can survive the mile high altitudes, below zero temperatures, the lack of good tasting ethnic food, and the smell of cows everywhere, Colorado is a pretty decent place to live. I grew up in the city, but my parents decided to up and move to the middle of nowhere about five years back. Living where the houses were an arm lengths away, to a place where you have to use binoculars to see your neighbor's front door, is a pretty big change. However, stepping away from the city did all of us some good. I finally feel like I can breathe! |
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