*All photographs in this post were taken by Doug on his parents’ land.
When Doug and I met in college, we spent a lot of time discussing where we’d like to live someday. Being a suburban girl, I always imagined myself in the suburbs. Having grown up on a farm, he always saw himself in the country.
“I don’t want to live anywhere where a committee can tell me what colors I can or can’t paint my house,” he said. “Or where I can’t pee outside.”
“I don’t want to live anywhere that isn’t within five minutes of a McDonald’s,” I said. “If I’m going to live in a cow town, you’re going to have to install a spigot that pours McDonald’s Coke straight into my piehole.”
“I want my kids to grow up in a neighborhood where they can walk to their friends’ houses and ride their bikes to the pool,” I said.
“I want my kids to grow up far enough away from other kids that they have to cultivate a strong imagination,” he said.
“Isn’t this so fun and convenient?” I asked him the first weekend I brought him to my parents’ house as various friends and neighbors stopped by to meet him.
“Isn’t this so beautiful?” he asked the first time we pulled into his parents’ driveway, greeted by endless acres of rolling hills, the open sky above us a smattering of milky stars.
“This is where my best friend and I cosmic bowled every day for a whole summer,” I said as I drove him past the Brunswick Zone.
“This is where I used to pretend I was fighting in the Napoleonic Wars,” he said as we stood on the long hill behind his house.
I eventually spent so many weekends there that it became a second home to me. Bonfires in the backyard. Walks to the creek. The long scenic drive to and from the one good restaurant. Those stars.
One Saturday night, as I sat writing in his basement while he and his dad played music, I sent him a text that said, “If this is as good as life ever gets, I’m okay with it.”
The thing about going to that house, I realized, is that it’s like stepping off the planet for a while.
There’s a stillness and a peace there that just doesn’t exist anywhere else. Your mind clears. Your body slows. Everything is so quiet. You don’t even think about wanting McDonald’s Coke. There’s inspiration in the landscape. It’s jarring, after a restorative weekend, to have to leave.
I get it, I realized at some point. I completely get why someone would want to live this way forever.
And then his parents decided to sell the house and retire to Florida.
When I heard the news I went through the two stages of grief: bargaining to buy the house with my life savings (two thousand dollars), and denial.
For close to a year, I simply pretended it wasn’t for sale.
“My parents sold the house today,” Doug told me a couple months ago as we stood listening to a heavy metal concert at a dive bar. Doug has not been in denial; he’s been preparing for the loss like a healthy, normal person. For his bachelor party he didn’t request the beach or the mountains or Vegas. He asked his friends to come home to his land so that he could take some final photographs.
“WHAT?!” I gasped, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Why would you tell me that in the middle of a bar?!” It felt like getting the news of a friend’s death. I went to the bathroom to pull myself together but couldn’t stop crying.
Doug suggested we step outside.
“I didn’t realize you were so attached to my house,” he said as we sat on a stoop.
“But the hills! And the sky! And the peaceful walks!” I wiped at my eyes with my coat sleeve. Anyone who walked by probably thought I was a crazy drunk girl and that we were breaking up.
“Maybe one day we’ll have our own piece of land with all those things,” he said.
I sighed. “It won’t be the same. Are you sure your parents won’t just give it away for two thousand?”
Doug and I will visit the house one more time over Christmas, and then never again.
I don’t know where the two of us will end up. I’m no longer opposed to the country, and he’s no longer opposed to the suburbs.
I just hope that one day we find something we both love as much as we loved that land.
And I’m crying now. This is such a sweet and terribly sad post. I’m sorry for your loss.
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Thanks, love!
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That was beautiful, Julie. I have always wanted to own a home in the country for the peace and tranquility.
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Beautiful! The land and your post!
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I love this – I already have my countdown to when I can finally move out to the country too … I know the hard work will pay off. I hope you find your happy place too 🙂
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That’s awesome- good luck to you!
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This is lovely — I’m glad I stumbled on it. It resonates a lot because I’ve made a few shifts in the past two years — moving from the city to the suburbs to the country — and currently living in the woods in a small house. I’m trying to figure out what and where “home” is, as is my husband, who is originally from England and also has his own ideas of “home.”
This land you share here, in words and pictures, is special; I hope in time you both find something similar that you love.
I’ll feature this on Discover, our new site where we share our favorite reads. Thanks again for the thoughtful piece.
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You are quite lucky to have experienced it all! A small house in the woods sounds lovely. Thank you for sharing my post! Can you give me a link to Discover? I’d love to check it out.
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Discover is in your WP.com Reader.
You can also browse the site at https://discover.wordpress.com. The post is up now — thanks again for a great post!
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Oh my goodness, I had no idea what Discover was but now I do! Thanks so much for choosing to feature me! 🙂
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Thank you for this post.Bittersweet, I’m tearing up a little. I hope you and Doug find your dream place soon.
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Thank you!
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What a beautiful post. So sad and yet at the same time you had the joy of experiencing it and enjoying it for as long as you did. I’m sure in the future you will find something equally peaceful that you will also love. Best wishes.
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Thanks so much!
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This is so touching and such a beautiful post.. I’ll hope you find yet another place that equally soothes you soon. 😀
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Thank you!
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My mom and I are going through something similar, but we went into foreclosure. It was sad, but this’ll lead to new opportunities for us and to an even better home!
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I like your outlook!
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What an invaluable gift – to guide one another’s eyes to better challenge our experiences and broaden our definitions of home, love, and beauty.
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🙂
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These are amazing pictures, the country has a way of opening up a side to people they’ve never seen. I’d have to say that God made nature this way.
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It sure does- thanks for reading!
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There are streams…………….Coming from my eyes! I hope you, and your wonderful sounding partner, find the right place to live with a smile on your face and your hearts desire! you are wonderful and inspiring…..best of luck! #yourule
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Thanks so much!
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Excellent post.
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Thanks!
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I miss my home too. It was all that family, all that history, all that heritage, all that country slow and imagination.
I don’t, in the end, morn it, because I don’t accept it. I want home again, and this is just one of those truly strong footholds now given up.
I am sad.
… yes, well written. You really took me there for a moment.
Thanks
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I’m sad too! At least the sadness means that you truly gained something meaningful and special from that home 🙂
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Good
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So sad. I know how you feel. Right now, I’m trying to find a way to have my own piece of the country. Wishing you luck.
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Thank you- wishing you luck as well!
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Beautifully articulated!
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Thanks!
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I have just finished a draft of my next post which is about the places we choose to call home when I stumbled across this little piece of beauty. I am a city girl, the man I love is a born and bred country boy, I wish we could have made it work like you clearly have. Beautiful post, food for thought. I will add a link to this in my post when it goes live tomorrow. So inspiring.
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Even though I lived the vast majority of my life in the suburbs and never once considered living in the country, I do admit that spending a few days far from the maddening crowds brings a whole new perspective and peace, if only for a little while. Hope you guys manage to find a place where you can rekindle the same feelings as you felt over there…
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Yes, isn’t it amazing how quickly that can happen? Thanks for reading!
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What utterly beautiful land. And the images you have to remember it are beautiful as well. It will be a difficult yet wonderful Christmas as you say goodbye to the land, but enjoy the company of your family. It’s a huge loss…but a huge step for Doug’s folks who are also probably having mixed feelings. Hugs to you all.
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Yes, it will definitely be a bittersweet Christmas. Thank you!
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I moved to the country three years ago from the suburbs and recently due to a separation had to move into an apartment. It was really hard to leave, but now working towards buying my own place in the country. Having that to look forward to helps immensely!
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That sounds wonderful! I’m excited for you- enjoy 🙂
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I have never read a post about loss explained with such ease. I want such a home one day too, away from the suburbs, in the peace and quiet nature.
I hope you get one such house too one day. I loved this post and thank you for sharing.
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Thanks so much for your kind words! I think this post had been brewing beneath the surface for a long time before I wrote it. I hope that one day you find your perfect home!
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Not sure how the Pingbacks thing works, I’m a bit of a newbie, but link to your post included in the following: http://thetroublesometraveller.com/2015/12/11/excuse-me-do-you-sell-prawn-cocktail/
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nice Post
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Thanks!
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It looks so beautiful. I didn’t realise it was in the U.S. to begin with, it looks like some of the country side near where I’m from in England. There is something about the countryside, I agree. I think it is the escapism. Since moving to London I’ve kind of missed that about where I come from. Maybe not enough to go back for a while, but it’s a very different kind of atmosphere to live in. I love it, but some fresh air would be nice also.
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I’ll have to tell Doug’s family that you thought this was from England 🙂 Their home is actually in Indiana- I lived in Indiana for years and never realized the state could be pretty before seeing their land. Thanks for reading!
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Very beautiful post ! And your lovely photographs :3
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Thank you! I can’t take credit for the photographs but I’ll let Doug know you said so 🙂
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Very nicely written. My wife is from the country, and I am from the city…we both share your feelings regards those two worlds.
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Glad you can relate- thanks for reading!
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I have never read a post about loss explained with such ease. I want such a home one day too, away from the suburbs, in the peace and quiet nature.
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I hope you find it!
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I love your writing, it is beautifully written 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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I just looked over the pictures and smiled. And smiled more reading your words. The place is awesome and not only because of it’s indescribable beauty but because of what it made you feel like when you went there. I do hope that you guys find another piece of heaven , even if it’s not going to be the same. Some things, they cannot be replaced. On the other hand, think about the people that are to be living in the house. They’re going to build their own memories and the house would become their own ‘another planet’. And even if it’s hard, think about it as life’s way of parting things.. Maybe you guys are to find, to visit or to live an even more gorgeous place. Maybe the joy that place gave you is meant to give other’s as well..
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Thank you so much for your kind words! That’s a beautiful way of thinking about it. Since I have lived many places, I know that I am capable of loving all different types of homes, even though each one is unique and none of them can ever truly be replaced. Thanks for reading!
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Sold that piece of property in that location?! How atrocious! Mindless! I’m speechless! But why? Reminded me of my hometown in the hills…Stunning pictures though. Thanks for sharing — the pictures and your story.
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Thank you!
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Doug’s parents’ home is so incredibly beautiful – the land, the house on the hill. Doug’s photos are wonderful. The story of how you each defined home and how you each regarded this particular home made me see each of you so differently. You are both still hilarious and witty, but you are also each sensitive and wise. How wonderful that you found each other – you’re perfect for each other.
Home is wherever you and Doug are together.
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This is very sweet, Sharon. Thanks for your kinds words and for being such a loyal follower!
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I feel really touched by your story. It obviously came from the heart. You just can’t make up something like that. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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wow! you blogged your heart out here. well done! love the photos. very sensitive topic this can be.
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Thank you!
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when i read this artical. i get tears in my eyes, its realy awesome. will soo your drem wiil be full fill:)
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Thank you!!
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welcom
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I am a native Norfolkian (I live in Norfolk, Va) and loved it growing up because I lived not far from the Chesapeake Bay and could go there whenever I wanted to. After I got married I ended up living in Upstate NY in the woods in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains and loved it. Then we moved into a village not far from there and loved that too, but I became homesick for Norfolk. Now I am homesick for Upstate NY. I go to the mountains which is 4 hours away from where I live but it isn’t the same. Somehow Herkimer County in Upstate NY stole my heart. I know how you feel. Hugs from a kindred spirit.
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At least you are lucky to have multiple places you’ve loved enough to be homesick for 🙂 All of those homes sound beautiful. Thanks for reading!
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Just beautiful! I am sure the pics don’t do it justice! I have my utopia in my art studio and cannot imagine my life without it!
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Sounds lovely!
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Very great and beautiful read. I personally never grew up in the country, but I have visited friends who have. It is definitely a peaceful and soothing feeling and I hope to one day when I am older and retire to live out in the country. Thanks again for the read!
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Thanks for reading!
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