Basic instincts

Last year:

  • Tiny apartment
  • On a busy block that housed lots of people, restaurants, cafes, and shoppes.
  • Bus stop out my bedroom window
  • Subway stop 2 blocks down
  • Heat through the walls–at least 85 degrees in the apartment at all times, unless the window was open.
  • Occasional gunshot
  • Loads of sirens, cars and buses.

This year:

  • Spacious home
  • On a 100 acre farm with cows, hayfields and 2 other homes
  • Deer and a woodpile outside my window
  • Nearest affordable grocery store–more than 30 minutes away
  • Wood burning furnace for heat
  • Occasional gunshots, especially in buck and doe seasons

Last year I would have laughed if you would’ve told me I’d be nursing a fire for heat. This year I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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About jaimeanne

I'm me. Graphic designer extraordinaire, urban master teacher of social studies, former adjunct professor, high school principal, and now most importantly-- Mom to the cutest little girl ever. I try to live by the quote, "Work like you don't need money, Love like you've never been hurt, And dance like no one's watching." I believe in Christ, and sometimes I'm just trying to figure out what He wants me to do. This blog chronicles that journey.
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3 Responses to Basic instincts

  1. Kipluck says:

    WACKY. I am feeling the same way though… SO much can change in just a year!

  2. smartmama says:

    oh yes we’re not quite that rural but i have 15 min to hte grocery store- and wild turkeys!

  3. Bob Cobb aka "Pop Pop" says:

    Last Year: 125 mile drive from Dad
    This Year: 25 mile drive from Dad
    Last Year: No Grandchild
    This Year: Ava, my 3rd Grandchild

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