Wednesday, May 17, 2006

I'm exhausted; my eyes are spinning; Arkansas road signs twirl in my brain.

Today while hubby works, I am exploring, like a muskrat, for a future home. It's frightening to think that next year at this time we will become residents. We're searching for a home on acreage, yet as I went towards the smaller towns and land north of Little Rock, I am wondering how the adjustment will be. I'm quite used to being mere minutes away from friends, coffeeshops, the anonymity of a larger town. Yes, Cody and I may have a little farm for our pets and garden and perhaps a horse or two, but how can we adjust to the loneliness? This is going to be hard for me, I'll admit.

I stopped at stores along the way and talked to the proprietors. One beamed about the fishing in town. One praised the atmosphere of a dry county. A couple of them liked their school system. A roadside interestate sign encouraged me to turn in fellow litterers. A young realtor guy promised to send me photos of homes and land.

Can Arkansas really be happening to us?!


Rebecca said...

Sounds exciting and a bit scary all at the same time. I do think moving is a good adventure though. Don't be will work out!

Fieldfleur said...

Thanks for your optimism, Becky! I need it about now. :)