We’re moving back to the country!

Well, “back” might be the wrong word, since we’re not going back to central Illinois, and we’re not technically moving to the country in the sense of moving onto a farm. However, we are moving to a very small town in the country with a population of 1200 people. Honestly, I can’t believe we’re pulling this off. I thought we’d be stuck in the suburbs forever.

Not that “stuck” is the right word…though maybe it is for us. Ever since we’ve moved here, it feels like we’ve been clawing at the windows and doors, trying to find some space. That may be because we’ve spent a little over a year in a townhouse, (with the world’s best landlords, I might add), but I think there’s something to be said about living in the country…and that is that it’s awesome.

I never would have guessed it, growing up in the suburbs, and even enjoying living in Chicago during my college years, but now that I have a family and my priorities are different, I want the cornfields, the small town community, the diner where everyone knows your name, the small schools, the church a block away, the quiet streets, the lower taxes, and just the feeling you get when you can see into the horizon, and there’s green for miles (you know, instead of buildings and people).

It’s just a different way of life.

So if you can’t tell, I’m pretty excited. This move has taken over my life for the last couple of weeks, and will continue to do so for a while, I’m sure. Moving kids is tough! And explaining to them what’s happening is even more difficult. But last night, as we were moving things into the huge garage, both Ginny and Jack hopped onto their little scooter push bikes (whatever you want to call them). Even though it was rainy, cold, and windy, they had a blast scooting around the driveway. That’s something you don’t dream about as a kid in college…a driveway. But boy, growing up sure changes things.

I’m confident that the kids will like the house once their stuff is there. I think Ginny thinks we’re leaving her bed behind, and her toys. I’ve told her over and over that they’re coming with us, and that we’ll have a room exclusively for toys (maybe Mommy’s a little more excited about that than anyone else). But Ginny’s obviously confused, and that’s understandable.

I’m sure she’ll be fine, given some time. She’s gonna love the yard. We all will (except maybe when we have to mow it). It’s huge! Not quite as big as my parents’, but not much smaller either.

As far as my blog is concerned, if I continue to be a little inactive, for the next couple of weeks, you know why. Plus, I’ve been doing a lot of writing for a marketing company, and while I love blogging, I only have so much writing time. I’m struggling with the balance, and even more so now that we’re moving.

But hey, now that we’re moving back to the country, the “soybeans” part of my url is a little more authentic once again. My husband isn’t farming like he used to, but as an electrician, he does work “in the field,” right? 🙂

Close enough for me.