I Moved, Christmas Music, and Philosophical Questions

I Moved, Christmas Music, and Philosophical Questions

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October sunset.

Blogging, oh blogging. Why have I neglected you for so long? 

Actually, I can answer that pretty easily: I moved.

For a little while, I lived in a town north of here, and it took 15 minutes to get to the farm. That doesn’t sound like much for any other job commute, but for the way I like to work, it was a lot of driving. I’d go to chores, go home, eat breakfast, go work on the farm again, go home. Most days, I’d just pack up everything I needed and worked online at my parents’ house. (I stayed disconnected at my old house.)

But then, a house opened up close to my family and the farm, so I moved back down here.

And I got Internet. Continue reading “I Moved, Christmas Music, and Philosophical Questions”

Crowded in Corridors of Cornfields: Reverse Culture Shock

Crowded in Corridors of Cornfields: Reverse Culture Shock

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Cornfields buried under snow on a record-breaking cold day: the low was -14, and at the time I took this picture, it was hovering around 0.

The first Facebook post I wrote when I returned home was this:

Thursday, I was up for 24 hours straight, only able to sleep for half an hour on the trans-Atlantic flight from Dublin to Dulles. Landing in Indy didn’t seem real. Yesterday, I opened (or tossed) 51 pieces of mail, used a hair dryer for the first time in nearly 16 months, and went to the final High School home football game. I’ve got a list going of things I haven’t seen in over a year, and there are American words that I’ve forgotten. I don’t think I have an accent, but I did say “Sweet as!” this morning in reply to something about breakfast. I went to the grocery store with Dad and found candy corn, marshmallows, Twizzlers and peach rings. We also found a sign that said “Kiwi’s,” but sadly there were none around. There was only kiwifruit. Now I’m eating a Bridge Fest buried beef sandwich. The leaves are changing, the colt is bigger than I remember him to be, and man is it good to be home.

I didn’t know it then, but those experiences when I first arrived home were some of my first incidents of reverse culture shock. Continue reading “Crowded in Corridors of Cornfields: Reverse Culture Shock”

The Roots of a New Start

The Roots of a New Start

My most vivid memory from kindergarten is when the entire grade gathered in one classroom to hear a local dairy producer talk about her family’s farm. Then we all went outside to pet a beautiful Guernsey heifer calf. (I think we ate ice cream later, too.)

The best day in first grade was the last day of school when we visited several classrooms for various activities. My favorite was the science station, where the teacher stood in front of the class with various objects, and we were to predict whether that object would float or sink. We recorded our predictions, and then she lowered the item into a glass bowl of water.

My second grade teacher was from Louisiana. In math, she taught us to remember how to write “greater than” and “less than” signs by thinking about them as alligators that would eat the bigger number. This picture fascinated me.

In third grade, my mind changed every day regarding a future career. I would say to my friend one day, “I’m going to be a writer!” The next day, I would say, “I’m going to be a vet!” Then the day after that, I’d say, “I’m going to be a writer!” Continue reading “The Roots of a New Start”

Where I Can Breathe

Where I Can Breathe

This blog post is the result of a joint adventure shared with The Rewriter. We previously did this for Purdue University’s Spring Fest. The way it works is you can read her account first, or mine, and then visit the other one! 

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Frodo sits along the Pacific Ocean on an Otago, New Zealand, autumn day.

I spent some time toward the end of my trip thinking about constants. I didn’t have many constants over the last year. I had consistent intangibles, like support, communication with family and friends, and people I could always go back to, but my surroundings and the people in them changed frequently. My only tangible constants were a ripped suitcase, a grey backpack, and a fuzzy toy kiwi named Frodo. Everything else was new every day, every week, every month. It was exciting!

Yet, it also became exhausting. I thought a lot about sleeping in the same bed for more than a few nights in a row, my own pillows, my own blankets, and various other creature comforts.

These are things I have reveled in, being home. Continue reading “Where I Can Breathe”

Blogging About the Blog: Some Life and Writing Updates

Evie the farm dog sure has grown!
Evie the Farm Dog sure has grown since the last time I posted pictures! She likes the snow.

After having a rather vague “About” page for over a year, I decided to update it. Several new readers have joined me on this journey, so thank you and welcome. So here’s my story.

Substitute teaching, writing and helping out on the farm have been a good combination for me so far. I have been able to rest as needed, and as a result, I am doing much better than I was a few months ago in regards to health. I’ve made some positive life changes as well, such as:

Continue reading “Blogging About the Blog: Some Life and Writing Updates”