I always wanted to live in the 1700s. I question myself a lot about this due to the fact I am a hypochondriac and if a foreign object touches any part of my body, I am certain I am going to die. So why I would want to live in the 1700s is beyond me. Though I have dreams of fresh air, riding horses, regular storytelling around a campfire and the lack of cell phone and computer usage. I know that the 1700s are not simpler times as there is no modern medicine or running water and definitely no man on the moon, but a girl can dream, right? Especially about meeting that ruggedly handsome man who wears only kilts and actually has muscles… right?
I just want to go to sleep and wake up in a field of clover. I want to be able to see the clear blue sky and no pollution. I want to be where the Wi-Fi signal doesn’t reach. I want to be able to harvest my own food and know all the hidden spots where the wild fruit grows. My husband never understood what my obsession was with life in a different century, with a whole different world. He was too tied up in the stock market and video games to really understand why I wanted to get away. But now he is gone and I am finally free. Maybe I should just buy that farm I’ve always wanted.
Standing Room Only 