First blog entry EVER!

Well, I went from being notorious for my compulsively nomadic moving from state-to-state nonsense, to now being a new wife AND new homeowner of a beautiful house in the country, dead center in the ‘middle of nowhere Iowa.’ (aparently our address isn’t can’t even be found via GPS). Our lovely home was built in 1900 and is set on 5 grassy acres with plenty of mature shade trees. To complete the picture (and because we are without children) we’ve acquired a small, and very loving/hyper baby dog. More specifically, an 8 week old Chocolate Lab named Reuben SyWassink.
We’ve been on ‘the farm’ (as we like to call it) now for 6 days, and it’s quite a lifestyle!! The first night, after spending a couple hours unpacking, we sat on our VERY OWN front porch and watched the sun set. It was such a surreal moment… one I may never forget… of realizing how far God has brought me, and how generous he’s been to me. I for one, am in my dream home, married to my dream man (who is far from perfect i might add), and tomorrow am starting a new job, which may very well be the perfect job! At least the schedule anyways… no more 12 hour shifts, or working weekends. Just Monday through Friday, off at 2! Which still gives me plenty of time to come home and be wifish. Wifish IS an actual word by the way. Wifish: adj. (Wife-ish) Definition: The act of being a good wife to one’s loving husband, including but not limited to: laundry, meal planning/preparation, house cleaning, having sex, etc. And we all know people that are more wifish than others. They are super sweet, with great skin, and always finding cool things on clearance. Their hair is flat-ironed (even if it’s just to make a trip to the post office). They never slouch, and always have fresh cookies on the counter when their husbands get home from work. AND, I’m not positive, but I think they probably have sexy underwear on pretty much all the time. Most days I feel like the opposite of wifishness, but whatever. You can only do so much.
Back to the house… on day 2, we woke up to a crop duster flying back and forth over our house (beings that we are surrounded by corn and bean fields). Super excitedly, we jumped out of bed and went out in our pajamas with a cup of coffee, and again, sat on OUR front porch and appreciated the beauty that is a crop duster. There is a chance that in the near future, such things will no longer catch our fancy, and instead be a bit of a nuisance so early in the morning on a Sunday. But for now, we fully appreciate all the beautiful and bizzare things that come with country life, as well as being new homeowners (and newlyweds for that matter). A brand new chapter in our lives is starting, and if I were writing the book, I would call it “The Life of a Country Girl.”