Several years ago, I left big-town suburbia and moved to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. It was a huge lifestyle change. Even though I lived in a town, my life felt very rustic. So my mom bought me a subscription to Country Living. I was excited about that at first because I thought I would learn about how to live “in the country.” But I was disappointed to discover that it’s actually a decorating magazine aimed at people who want to look like they live in a farmhouse while actually living safe and secure in a city.
Then I met the man who would become my husband. He had spent much of his youth actually living out in the country, in Kansas, no less. He knows how to do things like hunt rabbits and butcher chickens. I don’t want any of that going on around me (I’m not THAT much a country girl wannabe), but I’m so impressed that if we NEEDED to ever “live off the land,” my husband would know how to do it. Continue reading
