city girl meets country

My friend Melody told me that she was excited to show us her village in Michigan, which I naturally assumed would be similar to the village I grew up in the suburbs of New York.

When we finally found the Welton mailbox, after a few u-turns in the middle of the night, it led us down her long dark driveway, which her mom actually named, we ended up in the driveway of a small house. After a few minutes of pondering whether this was the right house, we got the sense that it might be the bigger lighted house with cars on the driveway, further down the road. We arrived at the correct house, and as I got out of the car, I was amazed.  Stars. The city girl in me welcomed the rare, simple, and stunning glimpse of stars that flooded the sky.

Our trip to Melody’s home would not be complete with out eating lunch at the only restaurant in her village, seeing the log cabin that was actually built by the hands of her father (it really does exist), and exploring her sister’s farm down the street. Yes, it’s a real farm had two cows, endless corn fields and a rugged red tractor in the barn. I felt a bit like Paris Hilton in the the Simple Life, as we endured the lovely smell of the cows and witnessed them going to the bathroom in front of us without shame. Of course we had to have a mini-photo shoot in front of the big red barn and corn fields with all three of our dslr cameras.

A big thanks to Melody and her generous family for hosting us.  I enjoyed catching up with Melody, experiencing the place she calls home, and seeing parts of her big family spend time together, made me want to have a lot of kids, but maybe 9 is a bit too ambitious for now. I think 3 or 4 will be more than enough. That’s what a few days in the country does to you.

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