I recently hit the three year mark of New York City life, and it looks like there won't be a fourth! It's funny how putting yourself in a completely foreign world has a way of making you look back to your roots with little pangs of regret. I think most people move on, live it up, and put on a new set of clothes after that moment of reflection, but it wasn't that easy for me. I've been plagued with apocalyptic visions of failing family farms, contaminated food, grass-starved cattle, and food shortages. For a while I managed to keep my farming urges at bay by telling myself that I was an "artist," but I couldn't keep it together with New York City yelling down my throat everyday. Having nowhere to sit outside that doesn't smell like dog doodie, and never escaping the honking and yelling was just too much for me. SO, I'm off to the countryside of upstate New York to farm the days away, and soak in the sun for hours on end everyday! My friends think I'm crazy, but I could say the same about them. I can't wait until I can see a tree out my bedroom window, and feel dirty from earth instead of smog. It's amazing to me that I spent so much time as a kid playing video games in the basement, while the Kansas winds whipped across my giant outdoor wonderland. Never again will I take a patch of dirt for granted. I'm off to chill with the chickens and sweat under the summer sun. RIP NYC
Adam
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