Our road has been closed for several weeks so the road crews can do some repairs. We’re part of the lucky few who still get to drive down our road, because, well, we live on it.
The traffic on our road being cut down from a car every minute to about one every hour has been really eye opening for me.
I never realized until this week how busy our road actually is. We moved to this house several years ago from a city house on a major thoroughfare. Talk about traffic! There were people passing by our house all day and night in a seemingly endless stream of light.
When we moved out to the country it was astonishing how quiet it was. The first night we slept in our new house was the first night I slept all the way through. I didn’t notice the traffic on the main road because it was so sparse compared to constant city traffic.
Now, that country traffic has been cut down to practically nothing. There are about ten houses on our road that can access the road at the moment, and of course the road crew.
I didn’t realize until today how much my perspective has changed in just the two weeks the road has been closed. The silence and peace is what I always dreamed it would be like to live in the country. People I’ve never seen before have been getting out of their homes and enjoying the newly empty road with their dogs, bikes, and families.
The solitude is incredible. And I know now what I want in my forever home.
Solitude, and lots of it.