Living in the sticks requires a bit more forethought and planning at times. I remember this from my high school years as we lived about 5 miles from a very small town, and I’m relearning that now.
It isn’t necessarily a simple matter of running to the corner store if we are out of milk or want to get something quick for dinner. There is a grocery store in town, so we aren’t completely out of luck if we need something quick.
However, trips to box stores do necessitate more planning. The closest are in Janesville, about 25-30 minutes away or Madison, about 40 minutes away. If we are really on the ball, we will stop by one of those places after work or over lunch since we are already up there. Otherwise, it is a trip on the weekend, usually over to Janesville.
In some ways it is reminiscent of days gone by, when the bulk of the population lived outside of town on farms. Going to town was a big thing, almost an event. I think for the most part, those living on farms had most of what they needed on a day to day basis. But, occasionally, they needed more than what they or a neighbor had. Thus, going to town.
As I wrote in a post this past week, I like the solitude that comes with living where we do. So, I view trips to town in that light. It’s a necessity sometimes, but it makes me appreciate the quiet when I get back home even more.