Missing the city....

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I was going to just posts a small blurb on my Deer Tales facebook page....but it got a little long. So, I decided I would write a blog post instead.

I have to say, I really love living in the 'country'. I love the fresh air, the quiet, the wild animals. I love being able to take a hike in my own backyard. I love not having neighbors & city officials always keeping an eye on you. I love being able to see the stars at night. I love how nice everyone is out here.

However, this is one of those days that I'm thoroughly depressed about being out here. I miss being able to just jump in the car & go to the store to pick up something I need. I miss being able to just run out & do some errands on the the spur of the moment. I used to like the fact when the kids (or hubby) drove me nuts, I could take an hour or two & get some stuff done in town.

Whew. Finally...the hardtop!

Now I have to 'plan' my excursions to the city. My grocery & staples shopping list has to be diligent in order to make sure I pick up EVERY thing I might need for the next two weeks. Each time I run errands it's a day-long affair. Three hours driving to & fro, and then 4-6 hours running around, rushing to get everything done in the allotted time, hoping to remember everything. Hoping that on the day you plan to escape to the city it doesn't rain, or you can't go.  It's tiring, exhausting & depressing. I like shopping. Window shopping. It relaxes me being out of the four walls of the house for a while, not cleaning, cooking, or doing chores. I don't get that anymore.

Miles & miles of dirt road.

I might be able to handle the long drive to the city. I like drives. But with only having one drivable car, I have to wait for the weekends when hubby is home. The Silverado is too big for me, and it's a gas guzzler, so we only use the car unless absolutely necessary. Plus, it has a tranny problem.

But then, I'd have to go alone. I spend everyday home, alone (except for the kids). To take a day of the weekend to spend alone is just, saddening.

I didn't get a picture of it on it's top...I was too pissed.

And then, ever since rolling the Jimmy into the ditch, driving the dirt roads scares the shit outta me. I have flashbacks of sliding and rolling & being upside down in the cab. Wondering if I was gonna die, being thankful I was on the way to get my daughter at school, not on the way home with her in the car.

The sand throws the car all over the place, and driving 15-25 miles (depending which city I go to) all white knuckled just to get to the paved road is NOT relaxing to say the least. I'd just rather not go at all. I joke that I have PTSD.

I guess I just want to best of both worlds. Is that possible??  I've got a major case of cabin fever and missing city life...... And it SUCKS!