I’ve spent my years fairly evenly between living in cities, suburbs, and small towns. While the idea of living in one area for one’s whole life is intriguing to me and I think it sounds nice, my nomadic lifestyle has been good to me. One living situation that (until this week) has been foreign to me is living in the boonies. And crap, it’s been a hoot so far.
I wake up in the morning and bottle a cup of coffee, climb the mountain and sit on a rock and look at this.
I now live out of town. There was a good chuck of my life that I never knew it was possible to live outside the city limits, I figured all areas of the world were within one city or town. I think this means I cannot vote for a mayor. And more immediately I cannot make a phone call. I have a cell phone, it’s lovely. I can order a pizza from the internet it provides and I can find my way to the coffee shop with the gps it boasts. I cannot use any of those features, however, when I am living on a mountain with a signal that constantly says, “Searching…”
Last night I stepped out my door to grab a few things out of my car and I heard not one but a pack of coyotes howling. They may have been howling at the other thing I heard, a really loud owl. These critters were not far off at a distance where I could enjoy the soundtrack, they were on our mofo property.
There’s black widows in the sagebrush, there’s rattlers on the hill and there’s eagles swooping around the tops of the trees. I have to drive twenty minutes or more to find the nearest town and even then the gas stations close at 9pm so craving ice cream in the middle of the night if out of the question.
So far, I love it.
While the outdoorsy nature side of things is an adjustment, the technology, or rather lack of, is a whole other bag.
We have the internet, as proved by this post. However, the internet is coming to me via satellite and after I run through so many megabytes a day it shuts down. Trying to keep up with The Office on hulu is out of its capabilities. No cell service, no phone lines of any kind, no TV. So, when I want to find my cell phone I can no longer call it I am SOL until I come across it again wherever it landed.
As promised, I will share a video of something that never happened to me when I was playing the part of a city girl. Please note, the house is not nearly done and it is a mess. (I’m a female so I have to point that out.)
That hasn’t ever happened to me before.
Mmmm… Now that’s a good living my sister.
I’ve never heard poultry make that noise. And your house is awesome.
You are living the life many of us in the city can only dream of. Enjoy it. Enjoy being out of touch. Breath in the mountain air. I work in Manhattan, yet live 1 hour 45 minutes north in the country. I love it. When I retire in 7 years, I will be out in the country with you! Keep posting with lots of pictures!
By the way the house looks awesome.
House looks great. That chicken was freaking out!