For the first time ever (well it feels that way), I managed to get away from work on time. When I got home Country Boy and the kids were all out, so I have the great pleasure of an empty house. What a rare treat.
Life has been more than a little busy of late. My new job takes all the hours under the sun (though it will settle down when things become more ordered), and the rest of life has had to take a back seat. I often find myself bashing out a quick blog post at 10.30pm.
It’s not that I don’t have a lot of ideas in my head, it’s just that by the time I get to do it, I am incapable of stringing two words together, let alone putting sentences together in a coherent fashion.
When we first moved down here, I imagined having lots of time to work on projects. I laugh when I read some of my early posts. I mentioned having time to scrapbook again (the scrapbooking stuff is in the cupboard where I put it when we unpacked). When I got my new job in the nearest town, I thought that less commuting would give me ‘more time’.
My conclusion is that life in the country is just busy. We have a huge vegetable garden which is fantastic, but takes time to up keep, not to mention the time it takes to deal with all the produce. We have pigs and chickens to supply our meat and eggs, but they too need to be cared for. We have wood that needs cutting, sheep that need feeding and looking after too.
I laugh when people say that I am living their dream. Yes, I know I am so lucky. We are fortunate to be in our situation, and I don’t take it for granted. Not one tiny, little bit. But today, as I write, it doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels tiring and a lot of hard work. When I read back over my early posts before we moved down here, I realise I had no idea what our life would really be like.
I’m a city wife, trying the country life. Life is not all cute animals and home cooked meals. The reality is quite different.
p.s the photos have nothing to do with the post – I just like them.