Standing in a field, breathing in the smell of soil, cow and fresh air, listening to the grasshoppers and the faint rustling of wind through dried feed corn, I think this is "the country." Soon it will be home. 
I'm starting to get just a little excited.
Since I was little, "the country" has been a sort of dream world where all wishes and desires were put away and stored until that magical someday when we would move there.
"Mom, can I have a horse?"
"Someday, if we move to the country."
"Mom, can I have a cat?"
"Someday, if we move to the country."
Out here, there is nothing as far at the eye can see. And yet there is everything. The first time we went out, I thought you couldn't even see the neighbors from the property but I was wrong. See, there he is...in the truck driving out to his tractor.
And a few of the local teens walked down to say "Hi!" when they heard we were moving in.
I'm starting to get just a little excited.
