It is exactly a year since we moved to the country. I remembered yesterday afternoon, and mentioned it to Country Boy who said ‘never again’ (moving was a pain free as possible, but busy and hard work). To start with we were taking 12 months to see whether country living was for us, but in the back of my head I always thought that we might well stay longer.
It has been quite a learning curve for me, and to be honest, I am still not sure how I feel about staying for ever.
I’m learning to live in the present, and to enjoy what I am doing now, rather than planning to far into the future (which is hard for me since I a planner). I am trying to not to worry about the uncertainties, and trust that God will meet our needs. At this stage I have no job lined up for next year, so this one is hard.
I’m also learning to live simply. Good food, grown and prepared by us. Lots of time for the kids to play outside freely. Time spent doing things as a family and making memories.
I know that I am fortunate, and that I am living many peoples dream – I have been told that often enough , and I don’t forget it. But there are hard parts about living here too; I miss my family dreadfully at times. I find small town living hard to deal with too.
They say the first year after you move is always the hardest, and that it gets easier as time goes on. I guess we will put that theory to the test.