it's not something new, i've experienced vacation withdrawals before, but this one seems different.
it's not just that we have to return to real life--laundry, grocery shopping, etc., it's mostly that while i'm busy folding those freshly washed clothes, there aren't horses grazing out my window, and that there are buildings getting in the way of my clouds. it's that when i want to get somewhere i can't just hop on a four-wheeler and that i'm back to wearing sandals instead of cowboy boots. i miss picking carrots straight out of the ground and being okay with eating just a little bit of dirt. i liked having a house full of family and country music playing in the background.
life was 'simple' and yet there was so much more to do--there were wildflowers to look for, campfire songs to be sung, country dances to attend, fences to mend, gardens to till, open skies to admire, and horses to ride.
for one of the first times in my life i wished that instead of my dad moving to the city when my parents got married, he would have taken my mom back to the country and continued in his cowboy ways.
i'm not quite sure how long it would have lasted, but this weekend had my convinced...i should have been a cowgirl.