I never been one to love change. Or even like it for that matter. Plain and simple.
As many of you know, and others who don’t, we just got done moving… the entire homestead, just 14 miles north.
To say that the last 3-4 months (literally how long ago we started moving..) was the most stressful and exhausting time of my life thus far would be a gross understatement. “They” say the only other anxiety and stressor that comes close to parallel with moving is grieving the loss of a loved one. Now I don’t know if that’s true but I’m definetly grieving something.
And it’s my sanity!
Good thing I’m not one of those shower everyday kinda gals, because that would never happen right now… fuh-get-abou-did!
As if moving with two daughters (3 and 18 months), two puppies (year old litter mates) + 1 adult dog, an armful of baby bunnies and their mamas, a 30 strong homestead flock, one ornery horse, and a terrorist cat isn’t enough!
Let’s throw pregnancy number three on top, eh?
This is where I appologize to my dear mother, may your heart rest easy, your daughter is fine, busy but perfectly okay.
Yes. There may be a load of dirty dishes to wash and a gojillion loads of laundry yet to do but my focus is on settling my family into our new home, humans, pets and livestock alike.
This lifestyle is our why for everything we do. Every choice we make. And we’re so glad this choice to move is over. We can finally get back to what really matters. You know, like weekly bread day and butchering birds before the snow hits?
Now, that’s not to say this move went smoothly by any means… it was anything but…that’s the part I’ll never forget, I swear I could have spent more time planning and things still wouldn’t have worked out.
Like my horse just jumping right in the trailer.. instead of the near 5 hours it took to get her moved. Or maybe had we spent more time organizing the moving of the birds we may not have lost 6 so far to predators. Or the fact that since I don’t have a proper hanging hutch for the rabbits yet, 6! That’s 6 babies have squeezed through the crate bars and disappeared never to be seen again.
With all the screw ups you want to know one thing I did right?
I anticipated at least some failure from this move. I mean come on, life is crazy, and how am I so arrogant to think I have it all under control. I surrendered to the fact that maybe nothing will go the way I want it to. I knew that something had to go wrong, like everyone has told me ‘that’s just part of moving.’ And that’s ok.. I’m literally too blessed to be stressed and that’s a wonderful thing.
No, I didn’t get my hops dug up in time, all the pretty soil I built was left behind and of course we had to say goodby to some things that just couldn’t possibly come with us. But that change is good. And this was the season for it.
Yes this move pushed us near to insanity. The control freak in me has never been more on edge. But at the end of everyday we took a deep breathe of gratitude and started all over again the next morning.
There was definitely a love/hate relationship between us and the Tumalo place. And if you know me you’ll know I hated that house. I’ll always be grateful for the shelter and meeting place it provided for our family and so many loved ones, but I never quite felt like home, there was always an expiration date. From the beginning though, we moved there for the soil and the space. The property which tested us continually and usually won. We loved everything about the natural part of that amazing little spread. Soil so rich with life, always giving such amazing fruit and flower. And a view so enduringly beautiful.
There were so many great, amazing, horrible, hilarious, unexpected and even predictable memories tohappen there in the near theeenyears we lived there so here’s just a few.
Tumalo, oh Tumalo, how we loved living inside your little community of unincorporated-ness. We built so many friendships while living in our polished turd (as she was respectfully named) of a double-wide. We learned so much during this few years, lessons about ourselves and about life. Most of all we learned how to fail and keep going. And what a fantastic feeling it is to have this (part of the) learning phase behind us.
De-stressing and getting back to the basics of our life is now the biggest priority, nothing helps like a little mantra, say..
Breathe and carry on….
Sorry, blog, for neglecting you so. Mama’s home.
So I’m breathing in all the change and craziness and breathing out with peace and harmony.