This is the second installment of the series, and I’m determined to see this one through! A little known fact about me is that I grew up in Illinois! Chicago? Not even close. I grew up in a riverside town, population less than 4,000, about two and a half hours west of the city of Chicago.
As you can guess from the accompanying photo, I grew up on a farm of sorts. My parents had 25 acres of land, most of which were rented to nearby farmers for various crops, usually soy beans or corn. We had a barn and 5 acres fenced in to contain our menagerie of farm animals. We had everything from sheep to ducks to pot belly pigs and always a mess of cats, all of whom I tended to with daily chores. I had sleepovers with friends in forts made of hay bales, I had my very own John Deere riding mower and the nearest mall was an hour away.
The irony of course is that I currently have no pets, and driving more than 20 minutes outside of Boston makes me nervous. I guess I have turned into a bit of a city girl, and while I have certainly enjoyed being a New Englander these past few years, there is a lot about my upbringing that stays with me, like a solid work ethic. Nothing like manual labor to make you appreciate a desk job! I think I also have an appreciation for the little stuff in life. Country life, by comparison, is fairly uncomplicated. When something exciting happens, it’s pretty darn exciting! If you know me, you know that I get pretty excited over painfully small things, like a new mousepad or a shiny cell phone case, and then when really exciting things happen, like holiday parties, watch out! It’s weird but I suppose it’s better than taking most things for granted.
While every minute of my day is now spoken for, a little part of me longs for country life. I imagine there is a chance that things might go full circle, and who knows, I may find myself feeding the ducks, collecting chicken eggs and falling asleep in cornfields in my retirement!