|I could get used to the view.|
Now I have something to chronicle. In all my nearly thirty years, I've always wanted to live on a farm. I spent weekends and summer's on my aunt's farm growing up, riding horses, tending chickens, and just being a kid.
I showed horses for a decade before graduating high school, joining the Army, and then becoming a police officer.
Now, that yearning to be on my own land is about to be realized.
The MR and I have put in an offer on a property that is only seven minutes from where we live, just outside the jurisdiction of the city we both work in, and has 5.2 acres, a pond, a barn and a tri-level house.
The offer was accepted and we are currently waiting on paperwork and loans to be completed , before we hopefully can move in the fist week of December.
The house needs updated, and some minor maintenance done. The barn is a 60X40 shell, and there is no fence to speak of. So we have our work cut out for us. I'm researching the most economical, safe and efficient ways to do things. Because we aren't made of money, but we require things be safe.
There are a lot of what if's right now, but I am looking toward the future, and praying that this all works out.