Journaling reads:
In 1998, I moved to a small town in Iowa from a big city in Illinois. Within a year, I moved again, but this time to an acreage, and still in Iowa. Prior to that I had never lived in any place other than a city and small town living was a new thing for me. I wasn’t used to the quiet of an acreage, where you can hear the birds chirping in the morning and the coyotes yipping at night. At first it was jarring – to be in a place that was almost eerily quiet as opposed to the noisiness of a city. But after a while, I grew to appreciate and welcome the quiet. I’ve now been on the acreage for 20+ years and I wouldn’t change it for anything. I love the quiet peacefulness, the swallows swooping to catch the dragonflies in the summertime, the randomness of visiting animals, the deer in my backyard, and how the approach of someone down our drive signifies a visit and not a directional mistake. I know I could find this peace and tranquility in almost any state, but I'm ok with it being Iowa.
Ah, it's funny - I think my little area is quiet, but it doesn't have the stillness that goes along with quiet. There are always cars moving, or planes overhead, something making noise and movement. I loved reading your journaling and reflecting on my area! Great mix of items, and that cute little meme made me giggle! Thank you for sharing!
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