There are a few reasons I am starting a blog (what does that word even mean?) for this move, not the least of which is the loss of my fancy Italian leather journal in which I would have chronicled this journey had I not lost it. So there's that. And then there is Hunter's suggestion. Hunter is a senior in my Comparative World Religions class and when I mentioned to him that I wouldn't be returning next year and the reason why (buying a spit of land with my love), he asked if I would consider creating a blog so my students could all follow me from afar. My first reaction was, "Oh, Hunter, that's silly. Who would want to read about digging up tree roots and shooting rogue attack squirrels?" But then I lost my fancy Italian leather journal, so I thought, what the hell...
And given that it was one year - to the day - that we are making our great exodus, well, it doesn't take a rogue squirrel (or maybe the captain of the rogue squirrels) to see the sense in this blog. And so here we are. Or maybe I was right in my first reaction to Hunter and I should actually be saying, "And so here I am" since you may not be here at all. Which is totally fine, and Hunter, even you shouldn't feel bad if you're not reading this because none of this would be happening if it weren't for that damn fancy Italian leather journal.
When my husband and I first realized we were falling in love, we both laid our future plans out on the table, each fearing that the other would jump ship. But to our amazement, our plans were eerily similar: within the next five years we planned to sell everything, move out of the city, and buy a plot of land in the country. What we would do with that land we didn't know; we just knew we wanted out. This is our second year of doing just that.
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
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