Moving in the country, depending on where you’re moving, can be a huge undertaking. It’s a different way of life and our Living Large community also brought up some good points to think about such as rural crime (we hear about this happening to weekenders who aren’t here mainly during hunting season, although there’s plenty of crime to go with the meth trade), needing 4WD vehicles, the high prices and terrible service at rural utility and telephone companies, the availability of jobs, libraries and doctors (they even allow nurse practitioners to run medical clinics here due to the shortage of doctors willing to move to rural communities) and power outages. We also don’t have trash pick up and if we don’t make it the 6 miles to our volunteer fire department (VFD) on the scheduled pick up night, we hold our trash for another week.
A friend of mine recently sent me an email asking me about living in the country. She is tired of dealing with bad neighbors in her urban neighborhood.
“I was wondering if you might be able to tell me about the less than ideal side about living in the country, like just anything I might not be thinking of.”
And finally, she asked “Would you do it again?”
These are some of the things I told her she should think about:
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Yesterday morning I had dreamed we had moved back to the city, so when I got up in my real-world oasis and made my way over to The Belle Writer’s Studio in the dark and not yet having my coffee, I guess I was still a bit confused.
Sitting in the silence of the morning with Emma and Sade at my side, reading the latest news on my computer, I heard a thud that sounded like a car door slamming. This wouldn’t have been unusual to hear early in the morning in the city as neighbors got in their cars and began their commute to work. Because my mind was still somewhere between here and there, I didn’t give it another thought.
The dogs perked up.
The first time we saw one, The Little House was barely framed in.
“What is that on the side of the foundation?” Dale said as we drove into the driveway to have a look at our new home.
“It looks like someone threw a big mud clot,” I answered, but as we got out of the truck and walked closer, we realized it was the biggest spider either of us had ever seen.
I wasn’t terrified, even then, but amazed at really, how beautiful tarantulas are. We had no idea this area had tarantulas, but have since marveled at seeing them in the road and sometimes stumbling upon the holes they dig in the ground for their nests.
Yes, it’s big spider season here again, they’re out and about gathering food for the winter. It just isn’t the tarantulas on the move, but other insects of the 8-legged variety are more prominent outside too, building webs closer to the house and lights where they can catch as many unsuspecting moths and other food as possible.