yesterday i ignored the mud-stained entryway floor, put off folding some more laundry till evening, and picked the simplest thing i could possibly make for dinner which required little to no work: spruced up leftovers. instead of my usual chores i wandered outside for almost two hours. i decided right then that i will be a horrible housewife come summer.
it was just me, my sneakers, an extra sweater, and the great outdoors.
a warm sun. and a cool breeze off the river. and lots and lots of beautiful wooded areas.
it was almost two years exactly that i was driving through all these towns that i now go to for groceries, church, home. i sat in the passenger seat, my brother drove, and behind us were all the younger siblings. i introduced them to the very song that was played when my daddy walked me down the aisle. and i foolishly said things like, “i can’t believe people live out here — in the middle of NOWHERE!” i now have cousins who live in that specific location i was referring to.
moral of the story? life has a funny sense of humor. and don’t say stupid things.
but, i’m off track. the walk. wandering the area i now live in.
i wasn’t totally wrong two years ago — my new town is rather in the middle of nowhere (although cities are closer now than they were back where i came from). but because of this nowhere-ness, it also holds some beautiful reasons to live here.
a fifteen minute walk from my house and there’s a dirt road that follows a river. i noticed various animal tracks that i didn’t recognize as large as my own footprint in the soft mud. perhaps i should have been nervous as i left the dirt path and wandered through the woods, climbing about rocks, but i wasn’t. i was simply in love with life.
i suddenly wanted little nephews and a youngest brother with me. i wanted to pack up a picnic and bring them to this beautiful place that boasts of woods, streams, rocky paths, and a large river. and it’s right here, right in this small town that i live in.
suddenly i’m realizing that nowhere-ness has benefits.
it’s overcast today and rather damp. no more wandering and no more putting off the old fashioned mopping that i do (you know, the cinderella kind — on the knees, rag in hand, singing along, etc.).
but i would rather be outside.