Thank goodness that I live in a place where I hear a more pork every night and thank goodness that after being in the big smoke I can return to this. No matter how hectic my day has been or how frazzled I have become, red lights, rude people and running on empty…. there is the journey home. Buildings give way to paddocks, people give way to sheep and the sky get's a bit wider.
My dog greets me with a tail that makes his whole body wag, the pony neighs and the trees are just where I left them. Gumboots replace shoes and the routine that comes with living in the country takes over. Time is measured by who needs feeding first and if it's a good day then we all just forget about the chores for a while and head for the creek.
The stresses of the day have no place here and even if they were considerable they become irrelevant, reserved for the world on the other side of our gate.
I will leave the cities for others, the wanting things that are not needed, the striving for things that will always be just beyond reach. You can keep your huge mortgage and mod con envy and you can go on believing that I am missing out on something by living out of town.
I can step in and out of your world with ease, but those very expensive and ridiculous shoes that you covet, well they won't last a minute in my corner of the world.
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