I thought that I'd write a closing post in this thread. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'm really quite sad to leave the dogs, the cats and the place in general behind. I'm looking forward to going back home, but at the same time, it's really hard to leave.
This place is/was special. For the first time in ages, I only wore headphones when I was understimulated, instead of overstimulated (not counting the times when the dogs, during feeding times, acted like they hadn't been fed for weeks and did a howling concert). The sounds here are so nice - quietness, birds and water flowing (since all the snow is melting) - that I often don't even want to wear headphones but listen to the sounds.
The dogs (especially some of them) got a special place in my heart. It's crazy how loyal and loving animals can be. I liked the owners, too, but I'm honestly more sad about leaving the dogs. I have always been more emotional about animals than about people, though. And I'm healthier, both mentally and physically, from the work and from being outside so much, but also from the time by myself, the close contact with the dogs, and the break from everyday stress.
My family keeps saying that "it's time to get back to reality", and I keep wondering why for many people this doesn't count as reality. I don't mean doing this as a main business - I'm way better suited to be a doctor and a therapist - but why should it not be reality to live within such beautiful nature, in quietness and solitude (with a city within reach)? Why does "reality" have to mean living closely among other people, in a town or city, at least to other people who live that way?
I'll see where I end up one day. But thank you to all of you who encouraged me to do this. I really needed it. I just hope my battery won't be empty within only a few days of coming back to the big city. But I don't think that we'll stay there for much longer anyway.