Rural Identity

So, what are the differences in my lifestyle now that I am living the “country” life away from the clutter of the downtown streets of Fort Langley? This is a question that I have wondered about since I marked my first month in my new home Nineteen days ago. I was thinking about costs and time management, and how much of an effect this will have on my current circle of friends and acquaints. Also, do I still tell everyone that I live in Fort Langley, now that down town is a Four to Six minute drive away?

First, the trains, planes and automobiles, that equal noise, is at the top of my list. Having lived by the trains tracks that cut through Fort Langley for so many years, it was almost a complete shock having quiet nights without any significant noise that bothered me the most. Yes, I noticed the quiet the most. At my old place, the trains would be so loud that if I was talking on the phone, I would have to stop the conversation, wait for the train to pass, and then complete the call. Yes, it was that loud! I also lived right under the flight-path of the airport, so the buzzing sounds of aircraft, taking off, were a daily hassle. The noise of cars on the street was just a constant drone in the background. Now, here at my new home, with any kind of noise I have become hyper sensitive to it. A car driving down the road at night will wake me up. Is that weird, or what?

Cost of dealing with impulse buying. Gone are those spur of the moment jaunts into the store to buy something that I crave for at that moment. Now, great thought has to be taken before I make the trek in with my vehicle to buy those sundry items at the local store. If I want something, I have to plan time and driving costs into the equation; meaning, do I really want to drive all the way into town for some onion rings and root beer? I think twice now about all those little urges.

Friends are great. I value my friends, and thankfully, living out here in the boonies has not cost my relationship with any of my friends. The change is in more to do with how I communicate with them from before. Before, it was visits, but now it is through text messaging or by phone that the world keeps in touch with me. My phone time has exponentially increased since the move, and personal visits are down to only two people knocking on my door over the month of December.

Do I still live in Fort Langley? This is the contentious question. According to the Post Office, I do, as my Postal Code prefix is still V1M, so I get to keep my post office box—my mailing address stays the same. As far as the geographical maps go, I live outside the town’s borders, but touch the outskirts of town, technically making my home turf Glenn Valley. My garbage pickup days are now Mondays instead of Wednesdays, yet on civic and provincial elections, my polling station is right where it was from before, down town Fort Langley.  So, based on all these factors, I consider myself still a part of the village of Fort Langley, even living on the right (South) side of the tracks.

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  1. That was interesting! I’m sort of in the same boat in many ways as I’m also only a few minutes away from Ft. Langley, yet I’m considered to be in Langley, well the Walnut Grove area of Langley, but not Fort Langley anymore at all. The trains I don’t miss lol, but in a way they were cool too — something about the lonesome, rural sound lol. The main way my life has changed though is living with my parent again. It has its pros and cons, but really there are way more pros and I know I will never regret spending all this time with my dad. My mom went much sooner and I felt I could have spent more time with her. Thanks for this great reflective piece!! 💡

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