City Mouse/Country Mouse

What's a girl to do?

I adore the big city. All bustle and busy, never a dull moment. People of all sorts and varieties to shuffle through and watch. Culture (although what some call culture these days???). Food from every continent.

I'd love to live smack dab in the center of it all. Not the burbs, not on the edge of town or even "minutes from downtown". In a highrise loft (I'll even take a bedroom or two if that's all you got). Even in Salt Lake City, not necessarily the big city, an apartment downtown costs upward of $300/sq. foot, with no yard for the wild indians.

Then there's the country girl in me. When my hair is especiallly big Jason says, "There's the cowgirl in you." I love the idea of a clothesline in the backyard. Sending the kids out to do chores. Puttin' up fences. Riding and training horses and giving my kids lessons. Going to horse shows. Growing a HUGE garden and "putting up" all the spoils in the fall. I've never done it, but how 'bout raising a cow? You can never be too self-reliant. We've been listening to Little House in the Big Woods on cd in the car and I love that Laura's mother boils the pig's head to make head cheese (ew), and they use a corn cob for a babydoll. There's something about doing it with your own two hands that keeps you humble and innovative. However, Jason's idea of owning land/a farm measures in miles, not acres. You know how he is, "Do it big."