A homestead that is.
Land in the country.
A house, smaller than the house we currently inhabit.
Animals. Farm animals that serve many purposes for our family.
A view. I want land with a view. Not a view of flat lands and prairies where I can see for miles and miles, but hills. Mountains. Obstructed views that allow me to imagine what’s on the other side.
The dream hasn’t changed. The dream continues. The longing remains.
What hasn’t changed are circumstances. Circumstances that keep us rooted where we are.
I have accepted that we have a purpose where we are now. We have two little boys who are relying on us. Two little boys who want to feel safe, secure and loved in their new environment. And I see new signs everyday that they do feel safe, secure and loved.
But while we were here, I still long to be there. To be on that homestead that for the time being, only exists in my dreams.
Debbie, we are on our way. We are in OR. On our way to Rexburg to visit 4 of our grown kids and 7 of our 9 grandkids. Another grandkid is due any day, and may put in an appearance while we are there. Then we will be heading for MO. I will get to look over our new house, farm for the first time. I hope I like it because I am commited to stay. I hope you can get in a place to get to a homestead someday too.
April, in OR.
Safe and happy travel April! Will be anxious to hear how you feel about your new homestead.