Nope, we didn’t build the house with our own hands. Our closest neighbor is mere inches away.
But Goddess and I have made our retreat.
We’ve been in our home for a month now. We finally received the last of our household goods a couple of weeks ago. Most of the boxes are gone, although there’s still unpacking to do. One musn’t rush these things, you know. One of our most interesting dilemmas is that we’re going from a family of three (plus dog) to a family of two (plus dog), so we really don’t need anywhere near as much stuff as we do. So we’re whittling stuff down a bit.
Perhaps the most enjoyable part has been we’ve done a fine job of disconnecting from the world. Don’t get me wrong. We’re socializing quite a bit and getting out and doing all sorts of things in this beautiful country. But we’re disconnected.
We don’t have TV, phone or internet in the house.
It’s quite nice.
I did finally connect the DVD player to the TV the other night and we watched part of a movie, but that’s been it.
I catch a bit of news on the computer here at work, do a quick check of e-mails and some very light browsing at moments like this when I need a break from work, but other than that, we are, for all intents and purposes, disconnected.
Now it won’t last forever. We know that. Daylight is rapidly shrinking towards those winter days where we have only eight hours of daylight, which just happens to coincide with the hours that I’m at work. And it will be cold enough that we can’t sit out on the back porch for hours after sunset. So we’ll slowly reconnect.
But one musn’t rush these things, you know.