It's an understatement to say I don't fit in here -- the police came to answer a prowler call and took one look at my big-tired dog truck, my camo hat, my bird gun (broken open over my elbow) and my at-heel Lab (who always smiles at police officers) and said, "You're not a typical housewife, are you?"
Said, "Nope!" Big smile.
I grew up in Dunwoody and I now live in a very similar suburb of DC... I feel like I’ve spent my life trying to escape the manicure and tennis lifestyle. I want to live in the country with a huge veggie garden and horses, chickens, and perhaps a pair of sheep. Oh you should have seen my neighbors when I put in a veggie garden here... “you are going to grow food?! And actually eat it?!” LOL
I feel blessed to have gotten to live in the sticks in between these two homes...I know that the real world is out there. I just have to find my way back to it.