It’s been about seven months since I decided to take the drastic change from living in the city to a rural town in the middle of nowhere. The two cities are in such contrast to each other that when I was outside one morning, I wondered where I saw myself next year. Was I back down the hill? Was I thriving in this country small town?
When i’m in the neighborhood and I run into someone I hadn’t seen in a while, they always give me that look when I tell them I moved to the High Desert. That look that typically warrants me saying aloud DONT JUDGE ME. You know, this one:
