a year ago i found myself in a predicament and considered making the pilgrimage to the country, for various reasons, which included: excellent schools for my son, living close to family and affordability. i've written a few posts about the life change that is living in a small village (see here and here), and a year on, the quality of life continues to surprise and amaze me.
i was sick last week. like bubonic plague sick. within hours of passing out on my bed, my mother had already driven an hour's drive to a pharmacy and delivered me a package of delights through my window. my gran knocked a little later and delivered two bags full of groceries from woolworths for my son and i. the next day, after my son had been lifted to school by my family, my neighbour saw me hunched over in the local grocery shop and came round later to make me a hot toddy. he then proceeded to take my child over to his house and make him dinner and drive him to and from school the next day. my gran continued to deliver me hot meals every evening, even in the pouring rain. this story is indicative of country life.
if you don't want to engage with people and with life, if you don't want to be confronted by your own demons, if you don't want to have mirrors held up to you, if you don't like being tested or seeing inside people's hearts and souls, then small village life is probably not for you. if you have a love affair with possessions and use your car or your clothes to validate yourself as a human being, then village life is probably not going to do anything for you, because nobody cares about your handbag. many people are burnt by small town living for various reasons, and i hope i won't be one of them, because there's an honesty here that i've been searching for my whole life. to think that having the latest outfit or hairstyle was ever a priority to me makes me cringe. by the same token, there's just no way i could be prancing around cape town now, dressed the way i am today, and there's no reason why country dwellers need to wear fleece and crocs either :)
i know this life only suits a handful of us, and i miss many aspects of living in 'the big smoke', such as theatre, live music, dance, eating out and my friends - but it's all only two hours away. curiously, i've found myself performing for the first time in over a decade: i'm in a band and a musical. so where we lack, we make up for ourselves?
as you can see, i'm still in the honeymoon period.