So I found myself riding around on the tractor the other day with my dad tilling up the garden. All that planting and picking, hours of back cracking labor for what — to watch it get returned, recycled.
The cycle of life beneath my feet-the vibration of the machine and the cloudy sight of dirt spilling over itself crushing the once eatable vegetation. . . again and again, the blades cut through the ground, thrusting it into the depths of the earth. A sight unseen in the city. I am a creature of habit. I love the quiet and serene moments I have on the farm but I miss the hustle and bustle of the city, people and traffic below me. I love being able to look out my window and see the world. I am excited to move to the city and experience a new place. I will go from a four stroke to a two stroke in comparison of lifestyle between Albany and LA. What to wear . . .
My boots define me, I have more pairs than I need I’m sure — bet I’m not the only one though…
Hmmmmmmmm, did I forget anything, It doesn’t matter. One of the awesome reasons moving is kool is the shopping for new clothes!!