Perhaps the main difference is that I'm used to enjoying the simplest things.

For me, a beautiful morning isn't necessarily coffee in a cozy cafe ☕ Sometimes it's fog over the field, cool air, and the first rays of sun, when it's still almost completely quiet 🌅

On a farm, you quickly learn to appreciate the present. Here, you can't tell the rain, "Come back tomorrow." 😂

And sometimes the tractor decides to break down just when you have no time to fix it. And so I have to roll up my sleeves and figure it out myself 🚜

But there's a special romance to this life ❤️ After a whole day of work, I can sit outside my house in the evening, look at the vast sky ✨, and suddenly feel truly calm.

And I can be discussing the harvest, machinery, and animals in all seriousness, and then the next minute I'm dreaming of a beautiful evening, candles, a delicious dinner, and a long conversation with an interesting man 🥰

Perhaps this is my little secret: I'm strong where I need to be, but with the man I love, I really want to be gentle and feminine 💕