I was born in downtown Chicago as the first child to two successful yuppies in their thirties. I spent the next seventeen years living in upper middle class suburban towns throughout the Midwest.
In those years, I was told to do well in school so that you can get to a good college. And, I did.
Captain of the Field Hockey team, Honor Roll and numerous philanthropic leadership roles lead me to a prestigious Big Ten School.
This college would be where I would to get a top ranked degree and join a sorority. And, I did.
I received a degree at the Number One Hospitality School in the nation, spent a summer taking culinary classes in Europe, and served as fundraising chair at the sorority.
After college, I was to move to a big city and work hard with a great company. And, I did.
Indianapolis became my town and I worked for a marketing agency where my boss and clients joked about wanting to “clone” me.
Next I was to get promoted often, go to happy hours, and find successful businessman. Or lawyer. Or Doctor. Get married around thirty.
… Imagine the surprise when my father is walking me down the aisle at the ripe age of twenty three.
I did marry a businessman, yes. A business man in the agriculture industry and living in a town with a population smaller than the number of students at my high school.
Not exactly the metropolis where I was imagined to be. And it cost me the great job with the marketing agency.
But, that’s the funny thing about love: It’s not where you are, but who you are with that matters.
Since then, my friends have compared me to Ree Drummand, The Pioneer Woman. Ree was a vegetarian, Toyota driving, city girl who fell in love with a ranching cowboy. She coined the phrase, “accidental country girl.” Even though I now live on eighty acres of farm land with a boy in boots and a ball cap, by no means am I a “country girl.”
I am still just a girl, accidentally in the country.
I am learning about farming, but you still will never find me knee deep in manure. I want to run to the basement the instant we are under a tornado watch. I will travel an hour with a cooler to get my Trader Joe’s fix. And I still have that Toyota!
But, I do love the where I live.
I love that we have privacy thanks to the amount of land we live on. We can have a party and not worry about bothering anyone else. Without buildings or other homes around our home we have a stunning view. Every sun set is spectacular. And you wouldn’t believe the stars on a clear night.
And, most importantly, I love who I am with.
There you have it.
I am Claire.
Someone you should also know is Adam, my husband.
We are the ying to each other’s yang.
He is practical. I am a dreamer.
He is certain. I ask (..a million) questions.
He is a listener. I am a talker.
He is strong. I am a wimp. (Not even joking, I am.)
He is intelligent. I am imaginative.
He is 100% sure he is on the right career path. I am not sure what I am supposed to be when I grow up.
He is down to earth. I like a little sparkle.
Combined with our similarities such as loyalty, ambition, love, and kindness, we are solid.
Adam will occasionally guest star as he is an excellent leader, small business owner, and cook!
Disclaimer: The views expressed in this blog are mine and mine alone. They do not reflect the views of my employer, my husband’s employer, or our clients.