Friday, June 9, 2017

Romanticizing Life

One night the farmer and I were riding backroads up to one of his farms. We came up to the railroad tracks. The train was coming through.

"Wanna know something?"

He looked over at me. "What?"

"I love trains. They're so romantic."

Kevin looked at me like I had done fell off the wagon and bumped my head a few times.

"Why do you say that?", he asked.

"I don't really know. I picture a train in the 1920s with hobos living in one of the cars and hopping on and off, taking life one step at a time. I have always romanticized things in life like that. That's just my thing."

When I was younger I romanticized a hippie-like lifestyle. I wanted to buy a Volkswagen van, wear elephant pants all the time, do yoga, sell art out of my hippie van and travel all up and down the east coast. Then after traveling awhile, I wanted to live in a gypsy caravan in a field somewhere with friends all around me all the time.
Then when I began dating my farmer and things began to "get real", I began to romanticize farm life. (I adapt to my surroundings quite easily.) Which to a certain extent I still do.
I don't really mention the struggles that I face. The struggle of keeping a clean home while working a town job and balancing farm life, or maybe the small struggle of getting the smell of chemicals out of everything the farmer touches. (Which is my current struggle.) But anyway, I've always romanticized everything, I think that's what makes life more interesting. 😁  What do y'all think?

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