Life At The Farm

I always saw myself* as someone who loved nature, animals and vegetable gardens. I knew that, given the chance, I would grow tomatoes, raise a few hens and of obviously, bake my own bread. City life was just a stop on the way.

Life in New York City had started wearing on me, so I had considered moving upstate. As often with me, it had started with the dream of an outfit - some overalls and a pair of wellies.


I had knitted a whole theme from there. A smiling house in the countryside, a plot of land, a rugged man and a weekly trip to the city to remind myself of how lucky I was not to live there anymore.

A life so different, so exciting and far from the conventional scenarios of the city life. Certainly, my existence had to be more meaningful than that.

It was pre-pandemic time, when the idea of radically changing our lives was mostly a dream to entertain at dinner with fellow city dwellers. A few of us went ahead and did it. I looked at them with envy…

But also with fear: I suppose that som…