I love that I can leave the garage door up without fear of all of our stuff being stolen.
I love that no one is going to send me a letter if I have décor in my yard, if my grass is a little high or if I change the landscaping without written notice.
I love that I feel comfortable sleeping with the windows open.
I love that Coco can run and bark and play and not bother a soul.
I love that I don’t have to lock my door, if I don’t want to.
I love that in the middle of the day, you can hear birds singing and crickets chirping.
I love that I can have people over without fear that their cars will block the street or our music will be too loud.
I love that people wave when they pass you on the road.
I love that I wake up to deer feeding in my “yard”.
I love that we have bunnies and squirrels instead of stray cats and dogs.
I love that I don’t have salespeople knocking at my door.
I love that I have neighbors that drop off fruits and vegetables from their gardens.
I love that at night; you can look up and see stars instead of buildings and smog.
I love that a rooster tells me when it’s time to get up in the mornings.
I love that I can stand in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower without fear that a neighbor will see me through the window.
I love that whether I go to the grocery store, the post office, the bank or out to eat, I’m sure to run into someone I know that’s just dying to tell me all about something.
I love that when I make homemade preserves, everyone else is just as excited as I am.
I love that even though I’ve been gone for three years, it doesn’t feel like any time has passed at all.
I love that people don’t call to check to see if you are home, they already know you’re schedule and stop by just to say hello.
But mainly, I just love living in the country (again).