City boy in the country
Now, I have been to “the cottage” before. It was pleasant and it helped that I did have people around me. But, it didn’t feel like me. True, it was fun, but it was fun in a boozy kind of way; too blitzed out to fully realize you could only enjoy yourself in that environment if drunk off your ass.
A few weekends ago, my friend A asked what I was doing for the weekend. Since I usually plan weekends with only a few days notice, I said I wasn't doing anything. Since he wasn’t working that weekend, he asked if I wanted to visit him in the country. For someone who desperately needed a well-deserved break, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
After picking me up and driving about an hour, or so, we arrived at his family’s farm in the country (even if it was more tricked out than my place downtown). There were large expanses of grass, fields, chirpings of birds, clear skies and the occasional house here and there. It was what I needed.
Although he did laugh a few times when I pulled out the camera (to take photos of a barn and silo) and ask a few questions about agriculture, there was nothing comical about my adventures. I was there as a guest and I was relaxing. I didn’t think of my phone (calling, texting) or computer (emails, work to do) for the weekend. I didn’t care.
And, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. Even city boys need a break from the city life. Of course, I’d have to be invited since I don’t crash people’s farms on a regular basis.