Barely slept last night, and suspect this is an indication that I'm not compatible with city life anymore. As a matter of fact, the thing that bothered me the most was how silent everything was.
To a city dweller, what I'm about to say might sound like the ramblings of a man losing his mind, but then again I can't say that's not a little accurate either.
My nights in the farm are never quiet, ever. All night a choir of critters sing us to sleep, and in a way drown out intrusive thoughts attempting to rob me of a good rest.
I've grown to love the sound of rain, gentle rain caressing the ground might be the closes thing to ASMR indulging I get. The frogs, the crickets and other critters I can't quite identify complete the concerto, gifting me peace.
Tiredness aside, because it barely matters my eye bags might remind people of a racoon, I'm focused on what we came here to do.
After posting this little blog entry of mine, my wife and I are going to pack up, and leave the hotel towards a shady part of town where the government building of our interest exists. We are to be interviewed by a government official, a conversation that was scheduled to determine if our marriage is real.
As you can imagine such interview does not worry me in the least, because it's hard to see us, our interactions and not know we are a married couple.
It blows my mind to think about the fact that my wife and I have been together for thirteen years at this point, and as far as I can tell, we've never been closer.
Can't wait to be done, go home, see me pups, hold my tiny angels in my arms and crawl into my own bed again.
Can't wait to hear our crickets and frogs perform for us again, while I battle mosquitoes all night long.
Does that make sense?
Well, it does to me.
MenO
