Corn and how it reminds me that I'm growing up
I figured out tonight that I'm growing up. I mean, I knew it before, but it's really becoming real or something. I was talking to my dad (fyi, for those who don't know, my dad is a farmer...), and they're planting corn right now. They're almost done (which is awesome, because they just started Friday), and he was talking about the patches they did today...a couple farms near home, and our place.
I love it when there's corn planted at home. We have two small patches out front between the house and the road, and our driveway goes in between them. When the corn's tall in late June/early July through harvest, you can't see the road from the house, and you can't see the house from the road. I absolutely love that. I can't really explain it...it just feels like my own little corner of the world, secluded, peaceful...home.
I'm not going to be home a lot of this summer. I'm leaving for Russia late in May (we have to be in Florida on the 25th), and I won't get back home until late July (I think the 28th or 29th). This just gives me a couple weeks, at most, to enjoy the seclusion that comes with corn being planted at home. Next year, it will cycle to beans, and the next summer is the summer after I graduate, so it's not likely that I'll live at home.
I don't know why this hit me so hard tonight...but it did. It just made me realize that I am growing up. I mean, I'll be 21 in just a few days...and I feel old sometimes, but that didn't mean I was growing up. I always looked forward to summers when there was corn at home. I would go to camp for a week (which was just a couple miles down the road), and come back, and the corn would've shot up a foot or so. I love shucking the sweet corn my Grandpa grows, cooking it, and eating it. I love helping cook for the guys in the field and taking it to them and sitting on the backs of the trucks and eating with them. I love riding the combine with my dad during harvest. I love that every year, my dad gets a PhD (post-harvest depression), which only lasts for a day or two (at the most...). I love turning into my driveway and cutting myself off from the rest of the world.
I know that I'll be able to go home and visit. I know that I'll still be able to ride the combine, take dinner to the guys, and come home and see the corn...but it won't be the same. I know that God has amazing things planned for me. I know that He's going to do amazing things this summer, both in me while I'm in Russia, and in my family while I'm gone. I know that He's got it all worked out and everything will be ok. But that doesn't make it easy.
I'm excited about this stuff...don't get me wrong. But no one ever said change was easy. Or if they did, they were obviously mistaken.
On a happier note, two dear friends, while going through this crisis realization, were kind enough to sit through the tears, hug (even through the phone), and console me. They even laughed with me. I know it seems a little weird...a little silly, maybe even stupid...but it just made all of this growing up stuff way way real.
But Jenny said I deserved ice cream...so I have Ben and Jerry's, and am one happy girl now. So g'night all...
I love it when there's corn planted at home. We have two small patches out front between the house and the road, and our driveway goes in between them. When the corn's tall in late June/early July through harvest, you can't see the road from the house, and you can't see the house from the road. I absolutely love that. I can't really explain it...it just feels like my own little corner of the world, secluded, peaceful...home.
I'm not going to be home a lot of this summer. I'm leaving for Russia late in May (we have to be in Florida on the 25th), and I won't get back home until late July (I think the 28th or 29th). This just gives me a couple weeks, at most, to enjoy the seclusion that comes with corn being planted at home. Next year, it will cycle to beans, and the next summer is the summer after I graduate, so it's not likely that I'll live at home.
I don't know why this hit me so hard tonight...but it did. It just made me realize that I am growing up. I mean, I'll be 21 in just a few days...and I feel old sometimes, but that didn't mean I was growing up. I always looked forward to summers when there was corn at home. I would go to camp for a week (which was just a couple miles down the road), and come back, and the corn would've shot up a foot or so. I love shucking the sweet corn my Grandpa grows, cooking it, and eating it. I love helping cook for the guys in the field and taking it to them and sitting on the backs of the trucks and eating with them. I love riding the combine with my dad during harvest. I love that every year, my dad gets a PhD (post-harvest depression), which only lasts for a day or two (at the most...). I love turning into my driveway and cutting myself off from the rest of the world.
I know that I'll be able to go home and visit. I know that I'll still be able to ride the combine, take dinner to the guys, and come home and see the corn...but it won't be the same. I know that God has amazing things planned for me. I know that He's going to do amazing things this summer, both in me while I'm in Russia, and in my family while I'm gone. I know that He's got it all worked out and everything will be ok. But that doesn't make it easy.
I'm excited about this stuff...don't get me wrong. But no one ever said change was easy. Or if they did, they were obviously mistaken.
On a happier note, two dear friends, while going through this crisis realization, were kind enough to sit through the tears, hug (even through the phone), and console me. They even laughed with me. I know it seems a little weird...a little silly, maybe even stupid...but it just made all of this growing up stuff way way real.
But Jenny said I deserved ice cream...so I have Ben and Jerry's, and am one happy girl now. So g'night all...