I meant to write this yesterday and post it this morning. Instead I am writing it before I go to bed, and will probably only post it tomorrow morning. So by the time you are reading this, tomorrow morning will really be just morning, and the title will no longer be as accurate, but somewhat accurate nonetheless. Was that sentence long enough for you?
I realized yesterday that I only had 10 days left on the farm (8 1/2 days by the time you read this). I watched the sun set behind the trees earlier today (it was beautiful) and realized how important it is for me to enjoy every second I have left here. It’s amazing to be able to stand out in the field and feel completely alone (in a good way) and take in the beauty all around me. Breath the fresh (yet sometimes pungent) air, listen to the birds, feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.
Just like when I left South Korea, leaving the farm will be bittersweet. I am very excited to return home to family and friends, a new job, a new home and a different lifestyle, but I will surely miss the life I have been leading here. As I was approaching my trailer the other day, I realized that I had been living in a trailer all summer (if that makes sense to you). The farm and the trailer have been home to me, and I’ve been very comfortable here. Granted I don’t have a bathroom in the trailer, or running water or a bathtub, but really I could have even less. And the lack of these amenities has only increased my appreciation for them.
But to get back to the point, although it has only been 5 1/2 months, this has been a big chapter in my life. One that has shaped me and affected my future in an unbelievable way. It almost feels like the first chapter in a new book (hopefully a long, loving and entertaining book). Which makes me think about how I would describe my earlier books…
Perhaps the first one would be called: “I can do it all by myself” (my parents may be the only ones to get that). The second: “The joys of trying to get Sara to go to School”. The third: “Nun Therapy” (bet that will leave you scratching your head). The fourth: “Sports, Sports, Sports” and the fifth “The Travelling Hobo”. Yes, I think those titles sum up the past 25 years pretty well.
The last title would be in reference to my life as a travelling vagabond. They call me “The Bag Lady”. Travelling from couch to couch, and country to country. However I am no longer a hobo (apparently I am a hippie, or so I’ve been told) but I am now a hippie with a home.
What the next book will be called, I am not too sure, but I know it will be awesome.
I also know that I plan to thoroughly enjoy the last days on the farm. I hope to soak up as much sun as possible. Eat as much fresh food as possible. (And cram in as many episodes of Buffy as possible without turning into a vampire.)
And with that, I bid you a good week and a good night for I am off to bed. The sun went down a long time ago, unfortunately, and it is time for me to follow.