But something kept tugging at me. Some deep down urgency. I just knew there was a better life for me, for us, somewhere else. Somewhere greener, somewhere slower, somewhere down a long dirt road. Someplace where I could just be who I wanted to be. It sounds so silly now, to say that it was such a stretch of the imagination. It almost seems laughable. That's the thing about dreams, once you set your mind to them, and take action, they can be reached much easier than you may think.
When I step outside my front door, and sit on my chippy white dusty porch, and shake the cat hair off of the chair cushions, and finally sit and just listen to the quiet at the end of a long day, there is no place I would rather be on earth. I watch the cats chasing one another up a tree, and the geese running awkwardly with their white wings all stretched out, and the chickens once again scratching up the dirt and mulch into the driveway, and the horses just lazily flicking their tails at the flies while they finish their dinner, and it is such sweet harmony. In those moments on my porch, I am back in grade school gazing into my diorama come to life, and it is just as magical as it was then in my young mind. To be filled with wonderment is a gift. Cherish it. Nurture it. It can change your life for the better.