Originally posted on Agritate, which is no longer active.
I’ve read stories like this before—lawyers-cum-farmers. One of my favourites is the man who ran the 14th & U Farmers’ Market here in DC. I never met him face-to-face, but I think I saw him from afar once while I picked up a loaf of bread. I followed his backyard-sharing gardening blog while he lived in DC, but then he quit his cushy cubical life to work on a farm in Pennsylvania. He’s gone back and forth, but last I heard, he’s still out there hoeing.
Sometimes, I wish I had that kind of determination, to just leave everything and go work on a farm. In some respects, I had that same spirit when I moved to Saudi Arabia. But there’s just something about getting home all dirty, sweaty, and sore from a day’s work. That utter exhaustion makes me feel accomplished. I feel like I’m missing out, sometimes, living in a city and working on freelance articles in a cafe.
But, grass is greener and all that. I would be satisfied just to have a large yard and a sizable garden. A farm would be way too much for me, but I’m happy to know that people are choosing to leave their rolling ergonomic office chairs and grab their hoes. Just doing that—and sharing that choice—allows others to consider it an option, not a crazy dream.
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