The Boondocks Ain't So Bad!

As you know I recently moved back into Park City from Peoa, also known as “the middle of nowhere”. Life has become pretty great. 

My house now is approximately four minutes from the grocery store. Peoa is approximately twenty-eight minutes. But if you are a “red light magnet”, which always seems to happen, you are looking closer to a thirty-two minute drive. 

The BEAUTIFUL drive.
*that was sarcasm* 

Let me clarify for you: It’s after dinner, in Peoa, and Mom is making cookies for dessert. OH NO, she forgot the milk. That is a twenty-eight minute drive to the nearest grocery store even if she doesn’t get stopped once. AND our family is safe to make the assumption that there will be no dessert on our table that night. 

Now for the other side of town, Mom is at home (in Park City) making brownies and realizes she forgot the flour… #NOBIGGY. She can drive to the nearest grocery store and be back within the time it would take to even get to the store from Peoa. 

Your possible thought process: “Well I understand that the drive is long but it is probably beautiful the entire way so it can’t be that bad, right?” WRONG. Actually I guess it depends on the person. 

Our cute little farm!

The drive is three colors. Black, being the asphalt of the road. Blue, obviously the color of the sky. And a tannish-brown, which makes up just about everything else. Oh wait, I’m forgetting one. Red, the color of blood. I mean if you enjoy a bland drive accompanied by the bloody guts of roadkill sprawled across the road you would probably take pleasure in driving down Brown’s Canyon. 

I’m sorry, I am being negative again. Peoa isn’t that bad once you get there, it is just the drive that triggers my complaints. 

For instance, that twenty-eight minute drive actually produces a lot of privacy. But seriously, the only sounds I hear out there are the chirps of birds, the moos of cows, and the occasional firing of hunter's gunshots. It makes me feel part of nature. 

As you should know, my family owns two donkeys. It was nice living in Peoa because the animals were only a single hop of the fence away. Eventually we will move back to Peoa, but until then someone will have to make the twenty-eight minute drive to feed the livestock each day. Sadly, this person isn't usually me so I don’t get to see my cute little donkey-donks as often! We also left behind four horses but that wasn’t as hard for me, we weren’t exactly “friends.” 

Blogging always makes me think twice. When I began this post I thought it would mostly comprise my thoughts on not missing Peoa at all. And look where we ended up! I guess Peoa is just like everything else in the world, once you get passed the complications, the perks will reveal. However, the perks will not just uncover themselves, it is up to you to become open to a different perspective. 

Or sometimes the "perks" are right in front of you!