moving on up, to the East side

Or at least farther east then I am now by about 4 miles :).  Sometimes things in our life, aren’t really our choice, but how we react to them is.  For instance I have to move, I was given up to 90 days at the beginning of the month.  My mother feels this is unfair and absurd and is choosing to dwell on the fact that I must take the handful and he livestock and the farm and my business and move it all somewhere else and stay in the school district.  She keeps saying “what kind of Judge kicks a woman and her children out on the street?”  Well, no judge actually does that,  but if a woman doesn’t want to pay an ungodly amount of money to appease her ex husband and feels that she and the children would be better off somewhere else, then she will have to go.

Lucky for me I found somewhere to go, somewhere perfect for the handful, that will do for the livestock, where I can set up shop and keep running my business.  Actually, it will be a much better fit because I do not give 1 rats ass about hunting or fishing, I do not have any desire to sit in a freezing dripping maple hut for hours at a time all February long, I am not a logger, and don’t have 20k to dump into a house that will never be big enough for the handful.  Yes, I will miss the stars at night and that we can be as loud as we want and don’t have a neighbor in sight, but I’ll adjust I always do…

So we are moving. We are moving to a house with actual bedrooms, enough that only the very youngest will have to share, a house with heat, where we can be warm in the winter everywhere in the house, not just in the living room with in 3 ft of the fire, a barn yard that doesn’t require me to walk a 1/4 mile in 3 feet of snow to feed everyone all winter long.  A house where I can afford the payments with out killing myself every month, and a house close enough to town that I won’t spend hours in the car each day driving to and fro.

Frankly, I can’t wait, just hope we can somehow manage to move before the snow flies…