I don't know what I'm doing

 You know that story? In one iteration, the City Mouse visits the Country Mouse, and insists Country Mouse visits her. Country Mouse is overwhelmed, and is only happy once she runs back home. Another iteration by Jan Brett has the mice switching places, both being overwhelmed by their new locations and running back home. I think it's an Aesop's Fable, along with being a very old story.

Let's just say I'm a city mouse. Born in a city. Raised in a bigger city. Then a bigger city. And then somehow ended up in a college town in the midwest, which people say is a city, but I have my doubts. It's a cute little college town. Smallest place I've ever lived. I've often said that it's the smallest town I'd ever want to live in.

Until a couple things happened.

1) I had kids. And my fenced in backyard starts to seem pretty small when you're running all around it.

2) I saw an acreage and my mind hearkened back to reading Little House on the Prairie and Cassie and the like. And I suddenly wanted that for my kids.

3) Covid-19 wherein all my city comforts got shut down and everyone in the city seems to stare at each other with suspicion.

4) My city's response to Covid-19, making things a little unwelcoming.

And all of a sudden, I wanted out.

On another angle of my mental frontier, I started to become attracted to less waste, less cost, DIY sort of thing. I did Whole30 and bemoaned the extra cost in groceries, wishing I could maybe garden more to offset some fresh veggies. I played computer games growing up and wanted a simpler life for my kids, one largely outdoors with very little screen time. After having toys scattered around my house, I also wanted maybe a simpler toy selection.

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere... I want it more than I can say...

Anyhow.

I'm still in town. But we may end up moving at some point for a job, or even if the job stays here, we could be looking for a little acreage. And then this town mouse might become a country mouse. Or I suppose find out that maybe she needs to run home as fast as she can.

In the meantime, before my dream acreage materializes (if it ever does), I have things to learn. Things to make. And a black thumb.

So here's the chronicles of a town mouse trying to become a country one.