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I could stand stark naked on my back deck and scream at the top of my lungs and the only living things I would disturb would be wild critters. Not that I would ever do such a thing, but I could if I wanted to. Actually, I guess it probably would be upsetting to the animals that live on my land; they barely tolerate me as it is. They don’t like the way I smell, and my truck is loud and reeks of diesel fuel. Their pristine neighborhood certainly went downhill when I moved in. In my opinion, the only reason they haven’t ganged together to get rid of me is because I keep a stack of hay barely covered with a tattered blue tarp that they steal from late at night. Somehow they know that I am responsible for that hay so they put up with my intrusion into their world.
When I said I had bought land out here, some of my friends and family were sure I had completely lost my mind. In some ways, they are right. I sometimes get snowed in or out (I couldn’t get down my driveway for six days once). In the dead of the summer, I sometimes run out of water for a few days. I occasionally glimpse a mountain lion lurking around. The nearest grocery store is 20 minutes away.
One of my friends tells me “It’s not just a house, it’s an adventure”.
But for me, the problems are minimal compared to what I gain. A quiet life with no streetlamps, no sirens blaring all hours, a night sky that will take your breath away and the solitude that feeds my soul.
So, imaginary virtual friends, are you a city mouse or a country mouse? Do you like the convenience of the city or the solitude of the country?