It’s been a weird week. I have so little motivation for anything…I’m lonely and missing variety and excitement that is not elicited by an animal escaping from the pasture. I miss my Atlanta friends and my Atlanta dishwasher. I miss going out for a drink with a girlfriend. Hell, I miss friends…and Indian food and bubble tea and graffiti and dare I say it? I almost miss traffic. I miss ACTION (again, action that does NOT revolve around a devious animal escapade!). The culture shock of our rural existence seems to be catching up with me. And yes, it’s “great” that we are teaching ourselves to play the harmonica and violin and that we have time to make gluten free pies from scratch, but sometimes, you just don’t have the energy to make your own fun and all of our entertainment out here happens to also be a lot of work.
So, while there are so many wondrous opportunities percolating in our new forested life, today I can’t really think about that. Instead I just need to say that it’s also really hard and sometimes I get tired of chasing my son outside all day as he parades around in his wagon. Don’t let his little legs fool you. He’s wicked fast.