I know I promised photos from the UP and you may just get your wish because today I want to talk about living in the city vs. the woods. I know that the UP and this topic don’t necessarily go hand-in-hand but I believe the reason that this is on my mind is because I was just in the upper peninsula and well it is one of the prettiest places on earth, more on that later.
Ok so lately I’ve been dreaming about living in the country. My parents always talked about this when we were kids, how they wanted a house in the country, and I always thought they were crazy; who cares where your house is right? Well now I am older and wiser and more tired and frankly a little peace and quiet would be oh so nice. Now I don’t want God to think that I’m second guessing his blessing for us in this house because I’m not. Brian and I wanted to live in town, the last house we had was way out in nowheresville but was not quiet (we had a highway on one side and a turnpike on the other) and was not dark because of the street lights. We also had our car broken into because of people coming off the turnpike, plus there were no trees just corn fields. So we lived way out in the country with none of the perks and all of the hassle (no pizza delivery namely).
All that being said there are great things about where we live. First of all I love our house, it’s small and the kitchen is way too small the bathroom still needs to be re-done and I’ll have to paint next spring, but I love it. It’s a good size for us and has loads of character, our living room floor is wood and shines so nicely. We have a fenced in yard and great neighbors who look out for us love our kids and come over to visit. It’s nice having tree lined streets and sidewalks to go down with the dog. When I do walk the dog people are so friendly (there is something about a floppy eared dog that black, white, old, young, middle and lower class all love). There are a couple of parks within walking distance (one that they are redoing as we speak) and some really nice ones within driving distance. And if I am in the middle of baking and discover that I’m out of butter (this happens way too frequently) I can run to the store…
But maybe if you grow up in the woods it gets in your blood and you just can’t seem to really thrive if your not in the trees. There is that smell of pine and the soft way it feels under your feet. The way the wind whispers through the tree tops, the sound of a creek gurgling happily. The deer that roam into your yard, the occasional fox and oh the birds!! I discovered I wanted to be a writer in the woods behind my house as a kid. There was this tree that leaned out across the creek and I would lay on it on my stomach and watch the water go past and think how magical it all was, especially when the snow was beginning to melt, it just looked exactly like Narnia should look. I took Brian there last summer, it was sad that it wasn’t mine any more.
I know what I want and I’m willing to wait, I understand once the kids are in school living in town will be a lot more convenient, nothing huge just a bit bigger then the house we have now. It will be nestled in the woods next to a small lake that I can kayak on. It will have a bigger bedroom for Brian and I so that we can have a real bed with a head board. The bathroom is going to have a footed tub and there will also be a half bath for those times when you need a second toilet (I do have a second toilet now but it’s just in the laundry room right out in open; isn’t that funny)? A front porch in the front and a three seasons type room in the back. A sewing room with tons of light where I can have everything organized and not have to put the sewing machine away every time the creative bug hits me (if your interested in seeing the perfect sewing room check out posiegetscozy.com). And the kitchen will be bigger! Big enough for a dishwasher and table and chairs. And last but not least I would really like a fire place to curl up in front of during the winter. I know it’s crazy and I am happy with what I have now but I can dream can’t I…I think it’s worse right now too because I have this “Currier and Ives” vision of a quiet snow covered forest that I can cross country ski in and it would be so hushed so quiet. My life is filled with lots of noise and I’m sure that you totally miss it once the kids are gone, but for now I’ll dream of a quiet home filled with the smell of gingerbread and a lake right outside my window.