I live in a rural state. It is a choice and one I have never regretted. It is sparse and beautiful. Our idea if a big city, is just 70,000 people and it is our only big city.
In this beautiful state,the housing is not too expensive. Many people grow their own food during the short summer months. Recreation can be found in one’s back yard.
We do pay a price for this beauty and serenity. The price comes in the form of anything oil or gas based. Our furnaces burn oil through long cold winter months. Our cars have to travel further to reach work, shopping, and school. Food purchased in grocery stores is more expensive due to shipping costs.
So…when I gassed up yesterday and it cost me almost ten dollars more than the last time I gassed up (my husband filled my tank a couple times before) I was shocked and a little angry until…I remembered I make a choice to live in this beautiful place. A place with no public transportation. A place where you have to drive your car to work. A place where you have to heat your home nine months per year. A place where the sun wakes me with stunning colors of purple and orange shining on the water and sets with a fire flame not to be replicated in any piece of art. I choose to live in this beautiful rural state called Maine. Ten dollars at the pump hurts a bit but also reminds me of all that I have.