>You know when you’re asleep and dreaming and somehow a sound from the real world seeps over into your dream and the two get all mixed up? Like if you’re dreaming about school when your alarm clock goes off and then you hear the school bell ringing over and over again in your dream and it takes a second to wake up and realize the sound isn’t in your dream, but on your night stand….
Well that happened to me last night. But instead of it being a sound, it was a SMELL! Seriously! I was deep in sleep and dreaming about cooking something in the kitchen and Bailey was running around at my feet and the next thing I know I smell this awful, putrid, icky scent and I can’t figure out if it’s the thing I’m cooking or if it’s Bailey’s diaper. I kept moving around the kitchen, sniffing harder and harder, just trying to figure out where the smell was coming from, and then the next thing I know I’m awake with my nose all scrunched up and I’m wondering how I ended up in my bed and where did Bailey go. Turns out there was a SKUNK – yes, a real skunk! – right outside our bedroom window and it had apparently sprayed all over the ground and it’s awful scent was blowing right on in and waking us up. It was crazy!! I mean, to be woken up by a smell!! Sheesh! I have never smelled anything so nasty before! Steve had a much stronger stomach than I and was able to ignore it enough to doze back off to sleep, but I had to go crawl into bed with Bailey just to get away from the stench. And then when we woke up this morning we just kind of looked at each other and thought “Did that really happen last night or were we both hallucinating???”
Suffice it to say, I’m kind of getting over the country. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the country and all, but where we are in Burnsville, it is WAY back-woods cuntry. Like country with a “u”.
On one hand it’s beautiful and peaceful and quiet, but on the other hand the cabin fever is starting to settle in and I’m beginning to think Jack Nicholson’s Shining character was really just a good father who was a bit misunderstood. ha!
The thing is that while we were wanting to get away from a huge metropolitan area, we ended up going to the other extreme where we are just so far out and cut off from everyone. Burnsville is a town where people go to retire. There’s no neighborhoods; instead all the houses are spread out on acres and acres of land. Great for a week or two vacation, but not so conducive for raising a family where you want to meet other parents and have kids for your child to play with.
Examples of the cuntry living:
– The road our house is on is so narrow and windy that I can’t walk on it with Bailey b/c it’s too dangerous w/cars, so when I’m home with her I feel kind of tethered to the house or yard.
– The few neighbors we have (and I use that term loosely since they aren’t very close to our house at all) are all of the senior citizen variety. Now don’t get me wrong- I like elderly people, but I do want some friends that don’t wear dentures!
– And worst of all, our cell phones don’t reach out here, so it’s kind of hard to talk to people unless we drive about 20 minutes from our house.
On the flip side I’m enjoying the solitude and taking advantage of the time given- lots of reading, spending good time with Bailey, writing, praying, thinking…..but I’m also missing some interaction with live beings other than skunks and mice. ha!
So yesterday we drove about 30 minutes south to another town called Weaverville. It’s literally (and figuratively) in between Asheville (BIG city) and Burnsville (the cuntry). It has a cute downtown area that’s similar to the Marietta Square, but there’s also more modern areas with stores and neighborhoods and restaurants and parks. I looked at the Weaverville website and it’s described as “the perfect blend of small town and big city.” It might be just right for us! And bonus – while we were at one of the parks we met another young couple who is relocating there just like us. And they have a young child too! Our first NC friends…..yay!!!
I’m realizing that I’m a little more city-fied than I had thought. I guess that’s what this whole process and experience is all about…..finding where we fit in. Our lease runs out at the end of October, so hopefully between now and then we’ll find a place we can call home. Every night I just pray and ask God that He will lead our family where He wants us to be, where He wants us to lay some roots and raise our family. I also pray that I won’t be selfish and that I’ll go where He wants us to go, even if it’s out of my comfort zone. In my heart I do believe we are meant to be here in North Carolina – even though I feel lonely and miss family and friends and feel like running home sometimes – I just want to be open and willing to be in the exact community that God wants to place us in. And is it a coincidence that God put me in this remote, cut-off location for a few months? Probably not. And hopefully, by His Grace I will just be still and listen. And then follow.
So that’s it for now. Sorry for the loooonnnngggg post…….I DO try to edit, b/c I know my ramblings get too long for blog world (sorry Mike!), but I’m just not so good at it. But here are some pictures of life in the cuntry to balance out all my words. ha ha!
Our house for the next 3 months
Bailey says “Welcome Yall!”
the local elementary school- there’s only 70 students in the whole school! There’s 1 kindergarten class, 1 first grade class, 1 second grade class…… just one step up from Laura Ingles Wilder! ha ha!
sunflowers in the farm next to our house
Look at that gorgeous rainbow!