Until December 23, 2010, I was a city girl. I had daily lattes, shopped a little too often, relied on public transportation, and rejected the thought of ever living in the country. When my husband and I decided to leave it all for West Texas to farm, life changed completely. Read my “Farmwife Confessions” to learn about the transition.

In DC, Russell and I walked or took public transportation on a regular basis. Well, Russell didn’t take public transportation – he thinks people on the metro smell – but he did make me walk anywhere that was within a mile of our house. I would BEG him to drive to restaurants that were six blocks away when it was below freezing outside. And, he refused every time.

And then we moved to Texas. And now we drive everywhere – even across the street. When it’s 70 degrees outside. Seriously.

See this pretty house across the street next to this pretty sunset.

Ru’s bro lives there, so we go fairly often. And when we do, we load up in our SUV or big red truck and drive there. And it’s really as close as it looks – no photoshop involved!

Case in point: I went outside to take pictures of how close the house is and got distracted by the sunset. So, Russell drove me across the street to get a clearer view of the sunset.

Hold on, the phone is ringing. I think it’s Al Gore again.

2 Comments on Farmwife Confession: I Drive Everywhere

  1. elizabeth-flourishinprogress
    January 20, 2011 at 8:46 PM (7 years ago)

    haha! i grew up in a suburb outside dallas and my mom would drive to pick us up from school…..the school’s parking lot and our backyard shared the same fence, so we could have just walked across the parking lot and hopped over the fence, but nope, my mom picked us up!!

    i’d love to hear more about your transition. i clicked on the link and got a 404 error message. will check back soon…can’t wait to read!

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    • admin
      January 23, 2011 at 10:43 PM (7 years ago)

      Thanks for letting me know! Should be fixed now!

      Reply

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