This past weekend, we went on a road trip. This was the first time that I brought my children back to see the house that I first lived in. It had been over 22 years since I had visited rural New Jersey; a lot had changed. My best friend’s dairy farm was long gone and the corn fields that we would run through were now filled with large homes. We took a drive up to see my old house. It looked so different. I expected it would, as so much time had passed. Small trees were now giants. Memories came flooding back. As we continued up the road, there was an organic farm with a farm stand. Somethings had changed for the worse and some for the better.
I felt on this trip that I came full circle. I had forgotten a lot about my early childhood years after living in Los Angeles for almost 15 years. As I returned to the car after snapping up these photos, my husband said to me, “I can understand now, why you wanted to raise chickens.” I thought about it for a minute. He was right. I suddenly had a better understanding too. Farming experiences from my early childhood must have made a stronger impression on my character than I had ever realized. Coming “home” suddenly made sense.
Photo Credit: Tilly’s Nest