So, we are moving.
And it's funny, because a lot of people that hear we are moving
look at my husband and I like we're crazy for wanting to move out of the countryside.
"You're moving? BUT WHY? It's paradise out here."
or,
"You're moving into an apartment? Isn't that, like, a step backward?"
While I will be forever grateful for having had the opportunity to live
on the outskirts of civilization,
let me say this...
the grass is always greener on the other side buddy.
The house we live in is on its very last legs. Having a house that's
over 100 years old in the country is no picnic.
It could be a picnic for a millionaire.
FYI, we are not millionaires.
Did you know, lady who is giving me the dirty eyes and literally shaking her head at me that I'm leaving,
I had a snake in my kitchen once?
A SNAKE.
(there will be no picture inserted here, as I have a phobia of the above
creature. No joke, I'm still traumatized.)
We have mice, we have squirrels, we have bats...
living in our walls. They have scratch parties at nighttime.
Have you seen the state of my laundry room?
Refer here for reference.
And let's not forget what my husband and I have not so fondly referred to as "the lurkers".
Those city folk that pile into their minivans on a weekend afternoon,
and drive 4 km's an hour around our house, quite literally, staring at us.
Some even point.
"Look kids, this is how country people live their lives.
They hang clothes on lines and drink beer on their (very broken) patio."
I won't miss buying extremely expensive "septic tank safe" toilet paper.
3 ply? Try NO ply.
I'll survive without wedding parties rudely using our property as their
backdrop - leaving cups, beer cans,
limo tire ruts and candy wrappers all over my front lawn.
And kids who take their ATV"s and dirt bikes and ruin my grass...
You definitely will NOT be missed!
The never ending worry about "will we run out of water today"
because our water supplier can be less than reliable is
something I'm excited not to have to deal with anymore!
Rotting bathroom floors, broken patio stones, gardens too full of the "s" word
(kitchen creature, you know...)
that I will not go near them, old carpet, no closets (NONE!), and moldy showers...
I am done with you, with your thanks.
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Please don't get me wrong... I could write a blog twice as long about what
I will miss about the country life. (In fact, I most likely will when the
move date looms closer and I get teary eyed about the sunset or deer).
I think my main point is that, unless you are in the person's situation,
please don't judge.
Lady, I'm so glad you like living in the country, but
I'm excited to start a new chapter!
Be happy for me!
Hardwood floors, brand new appliances, walkable distance to markets, cafes, and bars...
I'm coming for you!!!