(This picture is entitled "The Town Mouse and The Country Mouse." See the little guy on the right? He's the town mouse ~ calm, cool & collected while riding the...train, perhaps? Now see that little gal on the left? Fretting & worried & wanting to be at home in her little cottage? That, my friends, would be me.)
When I was growing up, we moved around a lot. My father was a preacher and he believed that after about two years he had said all he could say to one group of people and it was time to move on. So I learned to be very adaptable to different places. Finally when I hit my teen years, we stopped moving around and it just so happened we landed in a very tiny town. So I spent a number of years there. Then I married and moved to The Big City. My husband and I spent the next 4 years there and I acclimated to the lifestyle flawlessly. I wondered how I had ever managed living in a place that was so far out there was no such thing as pizza delivery or coffee shops. I imagined how difficult it had been to live 20-30 minutes away from the nearest store when in the city anything I could possibly want was an easy 5 minutes in any direction.
Oh yes, I fancied myself quite the city mouse.
Imagine my surprise when our life's path meandered right back to that same small town with no pizza delivery, grocery stores half an hour away and nary a coffee shop in sight?
I'm going to be honest here. I cried every single day for the first six months. I'm not even exaggerating. (You'll have to excuse the six months of hysterics. I was still quite young with ***lots*** to learn, lol.) That was not a fun six months.
Eventually, I got over it. And myself as well, but that's a post for another day. ;-)
Long story short, here I am 13 years later. Older, wiser, and very much in my comfort zone in this tiny town. Funny thing happens as you get older. You start to lose that ability to seamlessly float from one lifestyle/culture to another. When your younger self seemed to scoff at things like routine and solitude ~ your older self desperately wants to gravitate toward those very things.
And then you realize it.
You are a certifiable Country Mouse.
And doing things like spending the day in The Big City is no longer fun! It's stressful and nerve wracking and, quite simply, not worth it.
You find yourself racing down the Interstate headed back home to your cottage thinking about things like 18 wheelers hidden in your blind spot, why is that person next to me blasting his music so loud it literally makes my chest hurt, and people actually do this and live here every single day by choice and like it??
Can you tell I went to the city today?
This country mouse is now back home and is very happy to be here. I love it that our stop lights here get turned off at 9pm sharp. I love it that most businesses are closed on Sundays. I love that I can walk down the street and meet person after person that knows my name. I love that the 2 little old ladies who own the florist shop always want to chat when I go in. I love knowing that I have people here only 3 minutes away - and that is all the way across town - who will, and have, come to my aid in an emergency.
Pizza delivery and coffee shops?
I guess I don't need those things anymore. I've got yeast and a percolator. And that suits this country mouse just fine.