The last two weeks were taken up with the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another. Approximately 15 years ago I graduated with my degree and was successful in landing the only permanent job in the province in my profession (speech language pathology). At the time my kids were 6 and 4. When we were moving I wanted to buy a house in the country but my husband was not comfortable with it. We discussed all the options but in the end I conceded that we would live in a subdivision until they were older and then we would move. By then we would know the area better and make better choices. So we found a plot, built a big house and raised our children. It would be extreme to say I hated living in a subdivision but I really never felt comfortable there. So when my youngest graduated we put our house on the market and began looking for our dream property.
We found it in a small farm house with 19 acres of land about 10 minutes from town, about half pasture and half woods.
the result is beautiful if I do say so myself.
and most importantly check this out-
can you it? if you squint and tilt your head to the left you should be able to see a small barn- big enough for a stall for Irish, a stall for another horse and one for guests. Plus a tack room and a loft.