I’m starting to burn out on living in the city, so this is a conversation that happens in my home about once a week. Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live, but I’m getting tired of being constantly surrounded by people. I’m tired of the sounds and smells, and I miss peace and quiet. I love the idea of having a backyard where I can relax in private and my dog can play off-leash. I love the idea of being surrounded by trees that are thriving and not sickly/gasping for air. I love the idea of hearing birds instead of cars, and smelling fresh air instead of garbage and urine.
However, my fiancé is basically a hobbit. No, I don’t mean that she’s short and fat with hairy feet. Well, she is on the shorter side, but she’s actually in great shape and quite pretty. No hairy feet either. Instead, what I mean is that food is one of the central preoccupations of her life. She loves to cook and she loves to eat. It’s one of the few uncomplicated pleasures she has. So, whenever I bring up the idea of moving out of the city and into the suburbs, this is her response. I’m not as big of a foodie as she is, but it’s always been enough to convince me.
Who knows, maybe Hoot Deconstructed will take off enough at some point that I could afford a little cabin in the woods somewhere. The dog and I can play outside, and my fiancé could cook whatever she pleases as often as she wants. Maybe someday…