I ate my fill of cookies and cream ice cream today.
Kimball’s Farm is always mentioned in some “top ice cream shop” article (such as Boston Magazine) and I’m a little bit obsessed with the place.
The flavor selection is fun and variable (hello, pumpkin ice cream!) and the sizes are just ridiculous (my above waffle cone is a kiddie size…you don’t want to see the large…or maybe you do?)
I always get this old school feeling of nostalgia when I eat here. Kind of like stepping back in time. I feel like a little kid, happily licking my ice cream cone while watching the world go by.
I love that kind of feeling.
Sometimes I dream about living in a big city like NYC or Boston or something.
I like the idea of having my own little apartment and walking to a local cafe and taking a taxi to work with my grande starbucks latte in hand. I like that idea because it makes me feel excited inside. Like I’d be part of something really big and important. I’d always be ready for some new big thing.
I know I’m a country girl. I like the sound of birds singing and I like the feel of grass beneath my feet and I like that flannel and faded jeans is just everyday autumn attire.
I like wide open spaces. I like quiet.
I have this funny feeling that someday I will move to some bigger city. Maybe not NYC and maybe not Boston. But some city, somewhere, someday.
And I also have this funny feeling that the country will call me back. Home.
It always does.