I had a crappy day today. I was going to post about it, but then I went outside to put an envelope in the mailbox at the end of our bazillion-foot driveway, and I sort of forgot about the crappiness.
I complain about living in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes this area just overwhelms me with its beauty. In the near-pitch-blackness of midnight, feeling the cool air on my skin, listening to the silence that just doesn't happen in cities... all the drama and worry and physical discomfort faded away.
This area really is gorgeous. I wouldn't want to stay here, but I'm glad I got the time here that I did. I'm glad I got to know my grandparents as people rather than as the free vending machines they seemed to be when I was a kid. I'm glad I got to know myself a little, as is inevitable when spending so much time alone. I'm glad I got to know what it's like to not live within ten blocks of everything I need in my daily life.
It's beautiful here during the day, too, when there are animals and clouds and incredible views. But it's at night, when I go out to the mailbox, that I fall in love with this place. It's dark, and it's quiet, and I'm alone, and for a few minutes, the urgency of to-do lists and daily life just doesn't exist.
I'm going to miss that.
I complain about living in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes this area just overwhelms me with its beauty. In the near-pitch-blackness of midnight, feeling the cool air on my skin, listening to the silence that just doesn't happen in cities... all the drama and worry and physical discomfort faded away.
This area really is gorgeous. I wouldn't want to stay here, but I'm glad I got the time here that I did. I'm glad I got to know my grandparents as people rather than as the free vending machines they seemed to be when I was a kid. I'm glad I got to know myself a little, as is inevitable when spending so much time alone. I'm glad I got to know what it's like to not live within ten blocks of everything I need in my daily life.
It's beautiful here during the day, too, when there are animals and clouds and incredible views. But it's at night, when I go out to the mailbox, that I fall in love with this place. It's dark, and it's quiet, and I'm alone, and for a few minutes, the urgency of to-do lists and daily life just doesn't exist.
I'm going to miss that.
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Date: 2008-08-06 10:29 am (UTC)Also: I find that I enjoy taking pictures of pretty things. You should have a camera--or if you do, and just didn't have it, well. *shrug*
-M
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Date: 2008-08-06 01:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, I've always wanted to live in the city, and now I do, and I love it as much as I always thought I would!
But. I do miss that sort of thing. You're right; it just doesn't happen around here. It's good that you're enjoying it now rather than, like most of us tend to do I think, realizing only in restrospect that hey, that was good.
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Date: 2008-08-06 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-08 04:38 am (UTC)Yeah, if the only thing non-cities had going for them was the night sky, it would be worth checking out at least occasionally. Then sometimes there are breezes, and frog and cricket noises. Ahhh.