Living the country life
I am back from another trip. More inspired than ever! I do apologize, though, to certain friends (Lisa, you know who you are) who worried my offline-ness might translate to „something bad happened“.
Note to self: in the time and age of „There is no offline, there is only away from keyboard“, announce any awol from the virtual life (technically, is it „awl“ then?). At least for as long as there is no way to virtually transmit the bad smell coming from your apartment that might alarm your neighbors – who might not even care since you live in one of those anonymous big city shoe boxes – but not the ones who do care but don’t live close by. Another note to self: keep notes to self short…ish.
Anyway. Peter and I were visiting a friend who lives the way we hope to do one day – somewhere on the Swedish countryside, growing lots of her own food, with no stupid electro smog. There was no internet. It was beautiful. Not because or despite that fact. It just was. Although we were only there from Thursday through Tuesday, this trip was a real learning and healing experience – most of all, unsurprisingly, about myself; my current state (physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, … in any way) as well as my wishes for my future.
I realized that …
- … a life closer to nature and more self-sufficient is not only what I imagine I want. It is what I do want.
- … the difference between life in the city and on the countryside is not to be underestimated. My body had a hard time adjusting to physical labor (which does not always allow for ergonomic execution), my mind had a hard time accepting that I/we took so many breaks. I felt very unproductive, although our host did not express any such complaints – or any complaints at all. Here at home I want to get through with everything I have to do as quickly as possible, there you spread out the (more physically exhausting) work over the entire days, take it slow, take time for conversations, contemplation, simply being.
- … I am especially unhappy with my job here at home.
- … the difference between the life I am currently leading, and the life I want is huge. I had an episode of deep depression the second day when I realized that gap. I had no idea how I should get from one to the other, and this uncertainty scared and frustrated me. I still don’t know but I am hopeful now.
When we came home I was excited to see if any of the seeds I had sown had grown anything during our absence. The score: two tomato plants are sprouting and I can see the beginning of morning glory.
ich habe gerade deinen wunderbaren Blog entdeckt. Ich heiße auch Solvej 🙂 und plane in den nächsten Wochen Wwoof in Schweden zu machen. Kannst du mir verraten, wie ich diesen schönen Hof hier finden kann?
Liebe Grüße aus Kiel
PS: Mein Freund heißt Peter. Er hat lange in Götheborg gelebt… 🙂
bitte entschuldige, dass du so lange auf eine Antwort warten musstest – mit allem, was gerade so los ist, habe ich den Blog „etwas“ vernachlässigt. Ich hoffe also, meine Antwort kommt nicht zu spät. Dieser „Hof“ ist kein richtiger Hof, wie du ihn dir vielleicht vorstellst – eher ein haus auf dem land mit einem großen Garten. Die Besitzerin ist auch kein WWOOF-Mitglied, sie ist eine Bekannte. Aber wenn du magst, kann ich sie gerne fragen, ob sie Bedarf hat (was ich mir gut vorstellen kann). Vielleicht verlagern wir die Kommunikation auf e-Mail? (firstname.lastname@example.org)