Actually yes I was.
After years of living in the city it had began to lose its appeal.. Not that I was ever really big fan of it to begin with. The shops and cafes, lovely as they are, lose some of their appeal after years of constant noise, traffic, pollution and crowds. The pace of life that is one hectic rush, rush, rush.
After awhile it wears you down.
Not that any of it was helped by having a job that had for the last year been giving me constant stress. The job that I had once loved but that had in what almost seemed overnight had turned into a hellish nightmare of relentless change and stress. I wasn't of course the only one feeling it. Many of my colleagues were in the same boat with me. We were at least united in our disillusionment of the job and management. The job had become just that. A job.
Leaving it was a big step. But an oh so right one. Which in turn led to the next step - leaving the city.
It was a no brainer really. Both of us, my Other Half and I, had talked for years of the day we would flee to somewhere quieter. Somewhere where life was less of a rush and more one day at a time. And so the move was made.
Small town living is certainly different.
The people here are so friendly. Which is such a cliche and kind of nice but also kind of weird. In the city where everyone doesn't know your name or even care that you have name, you are invisible. Here in the country you are seen. They are friendly and helpful and nothing is too much trouble.
Like I said... weird.
I keep wondering if they are going to invite me over for dinner and then sacrifice me to the corn gods because surely people aren't that helpful? And yes I know I watch way too many movies.
Really though that's just the way people are in small towns. The slower pace of life means they can take the time to be helpful, offer a cheery hello and just be friendly.
Though if I see a corn field near by you won't be surprised if I run the other way.
So glad it's so nice down there for you, you deserve to be happy and relaxed xx
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