Life right now

It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted here, and I am starting to miss this space a bit.

Life without internet at home is still a good thing, but I am slowly falling off the face of the internet world.  I am checking Facebook once a week or less.  I almost never blog.  I only sign into my email so I can order my farm-fresh milk every week.

As a result, I am more checked in to myself and my own life than I’ve been in a long time.

I still wish we didn’t have a television, but at the same time, I am grateful to PBS for being a free babysitter on days I need it most.  I don’t watch any television and I haven’t for many years and I haven’t missed it yet.

Alan and I are dreaming and talking seriously about moving to the country and starting our own little farm.  We are both starving for the space, fresh air, freedom, and quiet of the country.  I want fresh eggs and milk and vegetables and I want my kids to learn the satisfaction of real, meaningful work.  I want them to learn real skills–I want them to know how to survive off the land.  And I, of course, want to learn all of that, too.

So we’re reading about keeping chickens and growing food and all things self-sufficient.  I love that I have another long-term project to look forward to, think about, and fill my life with.  It is exciting.

Our dream won’t become a reality for some time, but that’s ok.  That leaves time to read and plan and make sure we are sure about it.  Alan will get his principal license and finish his two-year commitment to his new position as Master Teacher, and after that, we’ll start looking around for a new place to live.  That is, if things go as planned.


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