+ a city girl vs life in the country +

I wonder sometimes how to live my life simply and peacefully while living in the city.

I guess the answer is your mind. If you set it on the base of simplicity and peace, you’ll feel that your life is so simple and peaceful.

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I guess it is true, by theory. But practically, it is, well, hard to be possible.

Once in a while, I think of the time I was up in the Northeast at my grandma’s when I was young. The house (back then) was so cool – all wooden! People in the village had to go to the big pond with containers to get some water – to drink, to cook, to wash, to everything – from there. Life was so beautiful there, as well as at Mummy Jane’s, in England and at Hamish’s dad’s Lalecune, in France.

But I also remember how irritated I felt, not able to leave the house as often as I wanted to, especially in France, where actually there were so many things to do there. Books to read, puzzles to solve, a pool to swim (only in the summer), sports to play, small lanes to walk down, chores to do (if you want to), TVs with satellite to watch, internet to surf, etc. But as I’m totally a city girl, switching from the city to the country suddenly would give me a big shock. I need some time (to be precise, a lot of time) to get adjusted.

Anyway, I still miss the country life.
The life that is so beautiful, peaceful and so simple.
The life that needs nothing other than the happiness in your pounding heart.

One morning, I looked around this room, seeing everyone with a small spoon inside a small bowl of some boiled potato and a small cup of mung bean juice. I also had a set of my own.

If I were as little as everyone in this room, I’d definitely ignored everything in front of me, or worse, asked for a pack of crisps and a can of soda instead.

As that day I wasn’t at all little, my view had changed.

Everything in front of me was obviously more than simple!

Everything in front of me was totally interesting!

Everything in front of me was so cool!

I found myself slowly sipped the juice to feel the taste as much as possible before passing it to other parts of my body. Later on, I fed myself with a spoonful of boiled potato.

Soon, I discovered that I couldn’t believe how delicious they were! So natural and so … (which word to use now?) hmm, so … so beautiful. I was in a totally shock!

Once in a while, I wonder if I’ll get invited for the snack just like that special morning! :D