I HAVE LIVED all over this country. I’ve lived in Philly, Houston and Austin. I’ve traveled the country living in a van with a massive, hairy goofball of a dog. I’ve lived in the desert. I’ve lived in the bayou. I’ve lived in the North. I’ve lived in the South. I’ve lived in small towns. I’ve lived in the country. And with all that living I’ve learned a few things:
My heart belongs to the South.
THERE ARE things I loved about living in the Northeast and I loved them in a way that’s hard to explain. I loved the way the breeze would move the long white sheers on my bedroom windows. I loved the gorgeous view of the valley I had from those windows and the way the thunder was thick and would roll for days off the hillsides. I loved all the history that surrounded me. I loved those things…and I still do. They make me smile. But my heart belongs to the South.
I also learned that my roots run deep.
I GREW UP on a small farm in Kansas running around naked playing with turtles, picking berries and helping my mom in the garden. And as much as I love the convenience of city life (like going to shows, good restaurants, the ballet, museums, and being able to wear my beloved big-ass platform shoes without people giving me odd looks) and as much as I tried to fight it well into my late twenties…
I want to return to my roots and live in the country again.
I WANT to run around naked and have bonfires and pick berries and play with turtles and have a garden of my own. I want the beauty and the privacy. I want to have a family and chase my kids around the farm, happily playing the way my mom chased me. I want my art and a family and a love-filled life where we can all lay outside snuggled up on a blanket and see the stars…all of them…
THAT’S PART of my dream. And even with all my talking today I’m still counting this as a Wordless Wednesday because I can…as I share part of my daydream with you…as I share part of the life I hope to have someday by sharing some farm living inspiration with you. Enjoy.
Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick