Country Bumpkin? You know how much I long to move ...

Country Bumpkin? You know how much I long to move back to the farm! You know that when I get lonely, depressed and tired of all the rush around here, I drive back to my "home". When I married and moved from the farm where I was born, I never felt "at home", until 10 years later when I moved back to my Grandma's farm--just down the road. Since I've moved from there, I have never felt "at home" anywhere I have lived. Even here, there is a feeling that I am just marking time until I can move back--where I belong. Farm life isn't really fascinating--it is ordinary, predictable, scheduled and at times mundane. That's why I love it!!!! If you only knew how out of place I feel when I go "into town". My neighbor's around here don't understand how I can park my car on a Friday and not leave this house for a week. It is because most of my life, I lived on a farm and any time we had a respite from the "chores" of that life, we so enjoyed being inside with a bit of time to sit and do handwork--sewing, crocheting, knitting, for a little while before it was time to feed the calves or chickens--gather eggs, milk the cows or fix supper. I envy your life so much!!!! I miss it!!! I don't fit well in this suburban life and never will. My roots are in the fields of the farms where I once lived and had the very happiest days of this life.