I love our neighborhood. Love love love it.
Hard to believe that a year ago I was convinced I would never want to buy a house in the "country" and put down roots in a small town. But life has a way of leading to you to things you never knew you wanted in the first place.
I get to run by the cows at night. "Hello ladies".
I get to drink wine on my front porch and enjoy pure nothingness.
I have neighbors. Real neighbors. Neighbors who help you do crazy things like pull up your front "lawn" and put down sod.
Sophie gets lots of little friends and a quiet street to run wildly into with mama hot on her tail.
I get space. Personal space. Outside. For perhaps a hot tub and a fire pit.
Now, if only a coffee shop would open in my neighborhood. Until then, I will stick to perfecting my own brew.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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