Over the past week I've had the chance to observe the page hits as someone has read my blog. All of it. From the beginning. All 619 posts. Since he's read page by page, I've seen post titles from things I posted a year ago flash by. Posts like, "Reassessing," and "This is Not Working," and "Balance." It's surprising how frequently I've written about trying to balance friendships and a social life with living out in the woods, and how I failed, bouncing from one extreme to the other, alternating being a hermit with being a social butterfly. Instructive. I'm not really a hermit, but I did enjoy time alone in the woods, and I seem to have written a lot about it.
Melanie posted a post that shows some of my former chickens, being happy and doing their scratching thing. That's one of the funnest things about owning chickens, watching them do the back and forth as they scratch and then back up to look at what they scratched up. And I enjoyed listening to them making happy noises. Chicken TV. It's as good as cable, and cheaper. (cheeper?)
Sooner or later Blueberry Hills Homestead is going to move away from these hills. If ongoing negotiations work out, it will be sooner, and I'll let you know when I have something concrete to say. If not, it will be later, but it's gonna happen. I'm looking for a place with some space that's closer to the places I want to spend my time. Rather than live out in the woods and work extremely hard to get needs met, I can live closer in and work less hard. Took me a while to get here, but it makes more sense for this solo city girl to move closer to the city. Plus, the city I'm looking at allows chickens!
Waiting for Paint to Dry
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