Dear Farm Journal,

On rare occasions, when necessary errands or appointments absolutely require it, I find myself amongst a cityscape. Even the urban areas I once called home feel foreign to me after adapting to rural life on a dead end gravel road. How do I feel so bewildered by the once familiar? Why do I feel so anxious? I stroll the strange concrete forest of streets lined with topiary margins. I follow my curiosity to a city park, a technologically advanced version of the playgrounds I experienced in the 90s. Do I want to take a turn on the mini zip line? You bet! I wonder how the CSA pack out is going back at the farm without me… either going fine or in level 5 meltdown. I can’t do much about it from this zipline, so WHEEEEE!!


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