It has been two weeks since, I returned to my home in the city, from my folks’ farm in the country. My city home is in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. My country home is in rural south central Wisconsin, not too far from Madison. You get the picture…total contrast.
My city home is within view of the city skyline. I hear the choppers delivering the sick to the major area teaching hospital within walking distance. I see the sun reflect off the “skyscrapers” at dusk. I see the changing colored lights of our mini-Empire State Building…for reals. (Ours was the proto-type, and the real one in NYC sends ours a card on Father’s Day.) I walk or could walk just about anywhere I need to go…the Y, Whole Foods, my bank, the school where I substitute, my church, my brother’s home for Pizza Night. I am here about 9 months of the year.
My country home is in the midst of hundreds of acres, and includes two of my sisters’ homes, the folks’ farm, and a brother’s place in-between. There are the typical red barns with silos and standard out-buildings, the rolling fields, the horses, and some cattle. The quiet is only broken by the sounds of birds, farm equipment and animal noises. Oh, there are some traffic noises, too, of commuters coming and going to Madison for work. I am there the other 3 months, give or take.
Though different in so many ways, I love my two lives. Each has joy and fullness. The other evening, I was asked, “If time and money were not issues, what would you do?” I was momentarily gob-stopped. Though I don’t have a lot of money, I have something even better…time and love. How could I have missed it? I am livin’ my dream.