The good thing: we adapt. We evolve. We change with the scenery, and we have learned to be happy wherever we find ourselves.
My sister-in-law who is really my sister once told me that I was born in the wrong era. I should have been sitting on the porch, sipping sweet tea with my grandmother. That was the time I belong in. And I don’t disagree with that sentiment. I love the country.
Not too long ago, we found ourselves living on a 100-acre working cattle ranch. It was a dream come true. We fully embraced country life. Everywhere we went our cowboy boots tracked mud. We grew vegetables, dreamed of starting or own small homestead, rode horses, kept chickens. When the opportunity first was addressed, I wondered whether it was a good idea. After watching my daughter walk outside, pick a mint leaf off of a plant, and pop it into her mouth, my friend who is really my sister encouraged us to go. If we didn’t embrace an old-style life, who would? We loved that life. It cared for us and revived us when it felt like we would never be happy again.
But life has a way of throwing you curveballs, things you never expected, or even those that you did, but didn’t want to admit.
Now we find ourselves back in the suburbs, living with my father in the house where I grew up. At first, it seemed less than ideal, but we adapt. Like heroin, a little taste of happiness was all I needed to crave more. And we’re finding it one day at a time. We have kept our homesteading mindset and continue to grow veggies, homeschool, and find ways to live happier with less. they say home is where the heart is and I have found that to be true. No matter where we are, my kids and I laugh, we love each other, we dance. Piece by piece we are making this our home, and it feels a little closer every day.
That’s just me, the Texas Hippie, loving life and living the dream, even if it’s not the dream I thought it would be.