I’ve noticed something strange since returning to the country: a noticeable feeling of dis-ease any time I stay in the house on a sunny day. If I haven’t gone out and sweated and done something under the rays of the sun, I feel incomplete and unworthy of the comforts of the AC.
As I began to get more physically active during my time in the city, I know I felt this too, but the feeling is especially strong when I’m out here. Now it sometimes even seems wasteful to fail to be outdoors in the hours I have before dusk, even after working all day in the sun. There is so much to do and so much to see in the outdoors here that I feel obligated to be experiencing some of it.
Part of this phototropism may also be the discipline my own father has about going out. I know I can’t turn in until he does without feeling somewhat ashamed of myself. But yet again, some part of it must be deeper. I think my body realizes now what it kind of forgot when I was working in an office and living in a city: that it’s meant to be outdoors and soaking in vitamin D and all of the benefits of sunshine and physical activity.
The me that used to be able to sit inside all day is gone. I’m rewired to something that I should have been feeling all along.
Long story short: it’s easy to forget about the sun when you work in the office. It’s hard to forget it when you live near it. Choose your homestead accordingly.