If you are like me, you live out in the middle of nowhere. Well, it’s somewhere, but it definitely not a place people visit often because there is nothing that my town can provide except the occasional pit stop for food.
I live on a farm. My family decided to move from the suburbs to the country when I was about eight years old. Within la year, my dad decided it would have been fun to have goats and, from thre, ttheir farm expanded to include chickens, sheep, a horse at one time and, now, cows. I have never been a fan of living on a farm. The idea of living on a farm was intriguing, but not really my calling, if you ask me.
When you first meet me, you probably would not jump to the conclusion that I lived on a farm. Maybe in the country because at some points in time I have a hidden southern accent, but not a full-blown farm. Somehow when the subject of living comes into conversation, I think people just assume I live in the suburbs with my large family, but when I mention the amount of animals that live in my backyard people become more surprised than when they learn that I have seven siblings. One of my friends explained, “When you said you were from Montgomery County, I assumed like a big suburban neighborhood.”
Again, farm life is not for me. If you like the smell of waste or animals smell combined in one, be my guest, but that really isn't the fragrance I'm dying to wake up to every day. Farm animals are not as easy to read as pets held inside. At any time, you could get rammed by a goat, nudged by a cow or sheep or chased by a pig. Cleaning mountains of manure, herding and feeding every day or every other day is way too much of a hassle for me.
Living on a farm does have its perks though. There can be beauty, and where I find the work frustrating, others find it comforting. Since living on the farm, there is always a silence of just nature. It is quiet and serene. You often wake up to chicken doodling in the morning, which some people might find nice. It becomes a routine just as someone who has lived in or near the city gets used to the sound of honking, people talking, and cars driving by. The beauty is not only in the animals, but waking up to open land instead of tall buildings or other houses. Woods are widespread and the next house isn’t close, so each family has their own personal space. Another upside to living on large field where neighbors aren’t close is that when my family hosts a party, the party can be as loud and continue until however late we want because there is no one nearby to be disturbed by the noise.
There are always positives and negatives to life in every way possible, but you have to find your own perfect place. The farm life is probably not for me, but I don’t mind it every once in a while. I can’t do the constant noise from the city, either, so maybe someday I will find my happy medium.
