This is a word that has defined my life ever since the dairy man came into it.
Almost nothing that college-aged Jess expected out of life came true. I didn’t move to a big city, I didn’t become a journalist, and I don’t own a single pair of Manolos. I drive a well-loved car that is almost always muddy/manure-y and have an old farmhouse instead of a ultra-mod loft apartment.
But, much to old Jess’ surprise, change is not a bad thing.
The quote that best sums up my life thus far is from John Lennon: “Life is what happens when you make other plans.” I’ve spent so much time making plans and life has happened in spite of them. God laughed at my plans. Somehow the things I was trying so hard to avoid ended up bringing more joy than I could have ever imagined. This life is different than I planned but, in a lot of ways, it’s better.
A recent change of note is the end of my life as a long-distance commuter. I started a new job this week for our county in an office a mere 15 MINUTES from home. After over a year of driving 80+ minutes to work (one way!), this is insanity.
It was crazy difficult to leave the people I worked with for the past three years, but I know this change was the right one. That being said, I’m having a heck of a time wrapping my mind around it. Work ends at 5 and I’m pulling into my driveway at 5:15. What do people do with all of this time? I have big plans for exercise, puppy playdates, and tackling my book list. But a small part of me still feels a twinge of panic.
Even though I moved to the country a little over a year ago, in a lot of ways, I didn’t move. I still had the same job in the same city (emphasis on CITY); I saw the same people; I could eat at the same restaurants. I had to drive a lot further to get to these things, but they were still available to me on a daily basis. In many ways, I was the same old urbanite. I still don’t know my way around our small town because I’m never here.
Now I’m moving. For real. My whole life—home, job, and friends—will be up here. I know the city isn’t that far away (as evidenced by the fact that I used to drive back and forth to it every. single. day), but it’s not going to be as easy to get there. I’m starting a new chapter: “City girl really really moves to the cornfields.” My job change will have a ripple effect into every part of life.
But change is a part of life.
Because let’s be honest here; the Jess of my college years would have laughed hysterically at the prospect of living in the country, tromping through cow poop, and being married to a farmer. But here I am. This is my (happy) life. Somehow all of these changes make my heart swell with contentedness. I have found bliss in the most unexpected place.
And now I have more time to be here. A frightening blessing. I still will not learn how to milk (because, as a wise farm wife once told me, “If you know how to milk, you might have to!”), but I’m looking forward to joining the gym, cooking meals that take longer than 30 minutes, and writing more. While I’m sad to leave my half city life and my wonderful coworkers (one fabulously snarky boss in particular), I’m excited to start this new job. I’m excited to build new relationships. And I’m excited to take a leap that more fully invests me in this life up north with my dairy man.
Bring on the changes.
12 thoughts on “Life is what happens.”
Do not worry, the changes are good because they make you appreciate things. Great picture!
Agreed. The extra time in my life (and with the dairy man) is priceless. Thanks for stopping by!
I’m sure you’ll love not having the drive, plus more time on the farm. As a farm wife, I do go into the parlor, but I only dip the girls. I’ve never done the milking so I don’t HAVE to. I love the quality time with my husband while in the parlor. Good luck, and I can’t wait to read all about your new adventures!
So far, so good. Having my whole life up here isn’t half bad! I actually am finding more time to walk around the dairy and see the husband. Did you grow up around farming? I still get squeamish around the farm (and around udders), but I chalk that up to my suburban childhood!
Welcome to the official country life! I’m sure once you get adjusted you will wonder how you drove the city every day and worked there. Or at least that’s what I think when I look back
So true. I caught myself complaining about the 15 minute drive the other day when I ran home for lunch. What is wrong with me!? Haha.
I LOL’ed at the milking comment! Same here, married to a 4th generation Dairy farmer. I milked, learned how….didnt really mind. BUT I refused to learn how to finish it up, the cleaning part. I caught on quick. He said “Why dont you want to learn?” with this grin on his face. I said “You know why. That is all I have to learn to be able to do it myself and I am gonna get stuck out here!”….he laughed. 😉 Enjoy your change!
Randa, this made me laugh! My husband has tried so many times to teach me. But once you know how, you might have to bop out there when an employee calls in sick in the middle of the night. So the secret is to NOT know how! Thanks for reading my blog. It’s always so much fun to meet other wives who understand what this life is like. 🙂
We miss you. That’s all. And that is a GREAT picture! 🙂
I grew up on a farm, but it wasn’t a dairy farm. I had to adjust to the hours my hubby spent on the farm each day, leaving me alone. I teach school, so I had papers to grade and plans to make, but I wanted my husband:) I didn’t have to adjust to living in the country, so at least I had that going for me! Even after seven years of marriage, there’s still adjusting to do.