Sunday, January 19, 2014


Hi Everyone! As I was driving the five miles to my parent’s house the other night, it dawned on me that a milestone had passed without a thought.  I have been living here for 10 years.  This might not sound like anything major to you, but for me it is.  For the ten years following my graduation from college I had moved 13 times and lived in four states.  I had wings and knew how to use them.  I would have opportunities to transfer or find a different job with a new company and then move.  I’d make new friends and it would seem like I was ready to settle down and stick somewhere for a while but then I’d decide it was time for a change and within no time, I’d be on the road again, moving.
Until my last move to the farm.  I remember the day in September that I took off and went for a drive in the Colorado Rockies to see the Aspens change.  I stopped to enjoy the scenery and it dawned on me that where I wanted and needed to be was the farm.
My grandparents had passed and the farmhouse was sitting empty and it was calling to me.  I made plans to go home for Thanksgiving.  The day I was to leave, I got called into a meeting and found out that they were offering a management separation (fancy words for lay off), and I could get paid to leave the company, the timing could not have been better.  I needed to make sure this was a move I wanted to make.  So while I was there I spent some time at the farm and it just felt right.  And by January 14th, I was living on the farm.
I was home.  And amazingly enough, I have never felt the urge to spread my wings again.  I had planted roots.  And they run deep.
Sometimes I miss the sounds of the city….or seeing the mountains….or the waves of Puget Sound....or the thought of a new adventure....but not enough to leave.  My roots are here.  And there’s nothing like sitting outside listening to the birds or the frogs at the pond, walking the pastures with the dogs, listening to the wild animals at night or seeing the deer in the pasture.  I have a sign in my kitchen that says, “A day in the country is worth a month in town.”  And it is so true.
I always thought I wanted to be a city girl but I discovered along the way that I’m just a country girl at heart.  And I’m happy to be home on the farm.  Thanks for stopping by.

PS.  It's only taken me ten years, but it's time to do a little remodeling of the spaces in my home.  And I'm beginning with my bathroom.  More on that soon.


  1. Amazing how time can fly when you are having fun!!! Glad you found your spot that you could plant some really long root into!!! Happy Anniversary :)

  2. What a wonderful anniversary to be celebrating. I love that you had your fill of adventure and exploring and that your path called you back home. I am sure your grandparents are looking down, happy to know you have made a home of their farm.

  3. I often wondered how you came to be living on the family farm, so thank you for sharing the story. I'm glad you've found a place that makes you truly happy and content and I'm looking forward to future remodelling posts !

  4. wow! that's a great story on how you got back home! :)

    I've been in this house for 38 years! hahaha going nowhere.

    I look forward to seeing what you do around there.