Change is in the air this week. Not a change in the seasons, although that will come soon enough. A big change in our lives . . . next week, at long last, we're moving to the farm. The farm, which has been in my husband's family for 3 generations now . . . his grandparents homesteaded there back in the 1930s or early 1940s, when there was no such thing as the Alaska Highway, and no doubt it took most of the day to make a trip to town and back again. Living 10 km out of town is but a short drive for us, but it is out of town!
No more paperboys letting their dogs piddle on my plants, while cutting across our front yard to deliver the paper to the neighbours house. No more listening to the domestic struggles of the people in the apartment building behind our house. No more worrying about the dog being scared of fireworks on Canada Day. Peace and quiet shall reign.
But, on the other hand . . . we're moving away from awesome neighbours and a friendly neighbourhood. The kids won't be able to walk to school anymore. We won't be able to send the kids to the corner store for a newspaper (take that paperboy!), or a jug of milk if we run out. No more community walking trail outside our door . . . although, we will have 320 acres to run around in!
Yup, change is in the air, and that change is good, but it will be a bit of an adjustment. How will we survive, living 10 km from the nearest Tim Horton's? Good thing we have a skookum coffee pot (from Tim's as a matter of fact), to tide us over.
The biggest change . . . other than having a bigger house to clean (with 3 toilets!!) . . . will be the extra freedom the kids and the dog will have. No more worries about people hooning down the street without looking for children. No more worries about stray dogs . . . our dog will be able to roam free on our property. And he's old, so he won't stray, he's getting to be a bit of a homebody in his old age! He can live out his days, in the shade of the tractor, chasing bugs when he feels like it, fetching sticks for the kids to throw, and snoozing whenever he likes. He won't have to leap up and freak out every time someone goes by the house, because the road is a long way from the house.
Of course, if a deer comes into the yard, looking to eat my flowers or veges, the dog will, no doubt, give it a run for it's money. Right onto the neighbouring farm!
