We have put our home up for sale. We are planning to move back to Colorado. And I am so very glad.
These last years have been incredibly hard. Because I haven't wanted to write complaining and whining, I've not written much at all in so very long. I take that idea, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all!" probably too close to heart.
Yes, there are a few things I will miss about this place. Like today, when we had to leave for our first showing we went up to the woods just a mile away. We threw rocks in the water, crossed the (little) river on a board bridge, and picked wild apples we ate right off the tree. That was nice.
But this town? There is so little for us. We'll miss the incredibly kind people at our little church and the (very) few friends we've made. But I won't miss much.
It's not the hard work, though there has been plenty. It's that every little thing here is a struggle.
And I've fought against the prevailing negativity of this place until I simple cannot anymore. It's sunk me more than once. It's such a pit I have clawed my way out of too many times, my heart dying a bit more with each fall. I don't want to live like this anymore.
So, here we are four long years since we sold our last home. We've learned a lot. Shoot, I'll always know how to milk a goat or a cow. I had to put down another hen the other day and just didn't even think twice about it. Quite a change from the first time.
We followed a dream that was often a bit more of a nightmare. At least we won't look back at the end and wonder what might have been. We gave it our all and it is simply time to move on.