I wonder if I could live in the countryside

I am wondering if I could live in the countryside. At least one feature I really like here. Here is a very different working mood.

In the town sitting at my work desk, even in complete silence, with the whole my body I still feel the bustle of the city, the pace, the race. In the distance can be heard hooting ambulance sound, somewhere rushing howling police cars, through the window you can see rushing people… Then sound of  constantly coming emails, all time talking people immersed into Facebook, discussing, angry or happy.  Even when you go out of Facebook and turn it off, still feel that general uproar, which in some mutual agreement settles down in the evening, about eight o’clock in the evening.  And by this time someone can still call to say that somewhere happened this or that, that something is wrong, you will need something to edit, correct, and maybe even somewhere to run.

Even after the work, this pace and tension is not leaving you in the city. Everywhere you meet a mass of people: when you drive to the store to buy something to eat or if you are going somewhere to the cafe, everywhere is such a bazaar of voices, even the background music, which sometimes shout down everything. With the trolley you  jostle between the shelves, hear strangers conversations,  search for products.. Then someone who have missed you during the day, sent a message to messenger, and you reply to him with one hand, with the other put a bread to to the trolley. If someone calls you, the shopping passes in some sort of coma state. Only at home you can soberly estimate what you took and how much you paid for it.

And in the countryside in the morning I turn on my computer and my ears do not reach any hooting, screaming sound of rushing cars, just one car passes once every half hour. But it demonstrates nohurry because the driver of the car, most likely, is a man from the same village, he is not looking at the road, it is closely monitoring your yard and car. He is curious. With a such a leisurely, but very attentive gaze scans everything and slowly continue to afford rides. If any of us would be in the yard, apparently even raise our hands  for greeting one another or beep. Inconceivably sincere rural people’s communication. And yet I see through the window not a neighboring house wall, tightly masked windows with the curtains and the lives of people of this house, but I see our trees, then the farmer’s cultivated meadows, the neighboring farmhouse and in the distance you can see the forest wall. In the city there are no such expanses, no such distances. Only homes, behind them again homes, then homes again.

That is why I have a lot of fun here. A little strange for silence, eyes like crazy do not want to look at a computer screen, they want to run away and hit the wall of the forest … In the city through the window of my home I can see either rushing people or the neighbors cat.

It is so quiet in the countryside, even your sleep is more calm. Your working day is full of silence. And maybe this distance from the city, my inner attitude makes me think that what in the city looked important, it does not matter here; what in the city brutally necessary to do – can wait here,what in the city looks like a disaster – here as an ordinary incident.

Here everything looks otherwise. And I very much like that difference. It seems that the whole body stretches, thoughts feel the incomprehensible space. I am enjoying the silence, the absense of bustle and stress,  peace of mind. And then, probably, begins the real, awaited creative work day.

Yes, for such creative work days I could live in the countryside. But I still live in the city and visit countryside time from time.