I dreamed of a more rural existence because of books like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm or Little House on the Prairie. I loved the idea of having cows and milking them or looking out over acres of land. Mostly I loved thinking about a place that was quiet, without horns honking and people jostling and all the things you find in a city.
But here I am, married and living in Chelsea with a furniture salesman who wants to own his own store one day. He’s ambitious and I think he will. But we’d need to live in the city or a suburb, so I don’t know as I’ll have my farm.
Then my husband says there are plenty of monsters out there, even in farm families. We just don’t hear about them because they’re too far away from the city and we don’t read about them in the papers.