I was used to the cement cities of Memphis and Colorado Springs. When my husband was interviewing for a job in Marysville, KS, I remember that as we drove to the town of about 3K, we passed nothing but pasture - for a whole hour. The word “rural” took on a new meaning. My anxiety grew as each lonely mile passed until I burst out with, “I hope you know what you’re doing!” The first year of transition was unique. I was so green that I told my husband that Marysville must be a progressive little town. After all, they had twelve limousines for sale in the local paper!
Eleven years later, I am not sorry for the move. I’ve learned a different way of life that doesn’t include long waits at traffic lights or impersonal strangers. We’ve been able to raise our three kids with a love of the outdoors and a sense of responsibility from having a few chores to do.
My job at Valley Vet, with learning about all things animals, has been interesting. It’s a wide world out there, and I enjoy learning about the products, the pets, the farm animals and way of life so far removed from my roots. I get to share with others what I have learned from talking to farmers and ranchers and horse owners for several years. I get to often see this world from new eyes since I was a city girl. And now when I go back to megabuildings and freeways and the lack of my favorite color of grass green, I feel like I miss home.
Because simple and natural is good -- Real good. Ellen