If you've been following my blog you know how long I waited to get my farm and how excited Ed and I were to make this all happen. When we were property shopping we looked at everything that was within spitting distance of our budget (assuming that you can spit really far). I knew the first time I looked at this house that it was 'the one'. It was because of this tree:
She is a huge ancient tree. I know that it makes me sound a bit crazy but over the years I've had many dreams of farms over the years. So when the real estate agent opened the front door and I saw this:
So I knew that this was our house. And of course it all worked out. The purchase, the reno, the barn construction, the moving Irish home and then the purchase of you-know-who. (I sometimes talk to this tree. I am sure she's listening.)
Who? Oh, you mean me.
Whenever I travel away I am always happy to be home. There is a feeling of contentment that I don't remember ever feeling before. I don't use the word 'lucky' because that implies a certain randomness and, while I recognize that there is always 'luck' involved, most of it was because we worked really hard towards this. There was planning, saving and quite a bit of scheming on my part. But I know that we are fortunate and I hope that I never come off sounding smug about it.