I am a Suburban girl…a Suburban QUEEN. I was born and raised in Suburbia and can not survive outside of a ten mile radius from a Target and the mall. Driving in major city traffic- I am a hazard. I panic, I cry, I get lost, I cry some more. Farm life-no way, you must be joking! When I interviewed for my first job teaching in the country I called my dad crying because a GIANT tractor was driving on the actual road right in front of me.
Total panic. Can they even do that? That can’t be legal…
Well it is…and I was clueless to life outside of my suburban dwelling.
Interestingly I was here sweating my ass off the other day working at the homestead known as our suburban household when I thought to myself…WAIT! I am totally living on a Suburban Farm! The non-farmer girl maybe is far more farmy that she thought.
Well that’s a little cray-cray right? I think it might in fact be true though.