Turning Thirty- Diary of a 21st century house-wife!

I am sitting on a vast patch of dry, very dusty land.

The golden grass beneath me that must have once been lush green, now resembles a sorry mass of life-less fodder, suitable to be fed to cattle to serve its one last life purpose. I am sitting cross-legged in my pajamas, my chin resting comfortably between my adjoined palms. I am staring into nothingness and shift slightly every few seconds, to escape the prickly grass blades beneath me, which are also wet from the morning dew. The early morning breeze is chilly and I rub my hands on my opposite forearms to get some heat out of the action.  I have a little frown between my brows, but I can’t place the reason behind it. Nor do I know where I am. Continue reading