Homes and Farms

I'm fresh back from seeing what an actual Swedish home looks like. The house was in a beautiful area, thick in a nature that I can't really describe as being in Ohio or Pennsylvania. It's wide, open, green, and ever so gently rolling - like a blanket of green unfurling. After looking at a map, no wonder it doesn't resemble anything that I've ever seen or felt in America. We are at 60 degrees north latitude, which is somewhere high up in Canada. Philadelphia is at 44 or 42 degrees. I cannot be exactly sure.

Ah well. It was good fun, relaxing. I saw my favorite horse breed: Icelandic Pony. It's not really a pony at all, more of a delicate horse. The stallion in the field looked like a rastafarian wannabe. He was hilarious and beautiful, a punk rock teenager. It will always be my favorite and it will always be unattainable - being incredibly expensive in Europe and rare as well in the states.

I saw a lake that brought me closer to a feeling of wild nature than anything I've ever encountered before. I felt just a little rush of terror. Maybe it was because I felt just a little bit alone and vulnerable. These things happen.

My friends online are all talking deep thoughts - thoughts of loneliness and internal clocks. It all makes me think and reevaluate my own actions and life. These things are good too. Step back, look, and make note of the road you're walking on. A certain amount of carefree-ness is good but don't forget to live a little. For so long, I was worried about everything, experiencing as much as possible, avoiding sickness or pain that I thrust my self into a grand state of 'not caring.' But now, I'm finding out that I want to care after all.

My mind is a little drowsy so I am going to power nap before heading off to the farm - a short few hours away.

Next time you hear from me, I'll be a real farm girl!