Wherever you bring them up their hearts will lie.

Gosh, thrown here by accident.
Facebook is quite the timesuck.
Still, I live in a rural area and get to chat with my friends from the city.
Which perhaps brings me to my topic. Wherever you bring them up their hearts will lie.

It's true.

At home (in the city), I dreamt (monumentously, romantically) of this life I now lead in the country. Sure I've got an apron, I've got 3! I've even got frickin gumboots.

But, no. My brownies may sell madly at the cake stall but I AM WRONG.

The tradesmen get a beer and an open ear. OOOOhhhh. No Scones.

The shopping is done on whatever day I please.

My tomatoes are still potted (and growing, NER) tho' well out of season.

My Grandma left me NO pickling jars. Pardon. NO PICKLING JARS.

I get up when I want. The boy knows not to wake me.

God forbid, I am STUDYING.

My music is loud (tho' within time constraints)

No matter what I do, I'm the local "witch". The churches here still believe gay people go to hell. Not only am I down with gay people, they visit me. (All forgiving, etc, etc)

It doesn't matter that the townsfolk LIKE to come to my home.

That matters NOUGHT.

It doesn't matter that they leave curiously buoyed above their malcontent.

It doesn't matter that my mother was born here.

That my Grandparents lived here for 50 years.

Because they are HOME.

And as soon as I can, I will go HOME.

So, as I said, Wherever you bring them up their hearts will lie. :)