Before I moved out to the bush (as we up here call it), in many ways I had a “country attitude”. Often, I did my laundry by hand, even though my friends couldn’t understand why. I walked, even when I didn’t need to. Buses were plentiful and friends would often offer a ride. But I chose to walk. Even the winter I abandoned the warm, stuck bus to walk home over 3 miles away. I would explain these choices by saying I wanted control over what I could in my life. I couldn’t control when I worked, or much of the world around me, so I controlled what I could.
What If Help Isn't Coming?
What If Help Isn't Coming?
What If Help Isn't Coming?
Before I moved out to the bush (as we up here call it), in many ways I had a “country attitude”. Often, I did my laundry by hand, even though my friends couldn’t understand why. I walked, even when I didn’t need to. Buses were plentiful and friends would often offer a ride. But I chose to walk. Even the winter I abandoned the warm, stuck bus to walk home over 3 miles away. I would explain these choices by saying I wanted control over what I could in my life. I couldn’t control when I worked, or much of the world around me, so I controlled what I could.