For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to live on a farm.
But not be a farmer.
To live on a beautiful plot of land, with space, and quiet, and beautiful views all around.
But close enough to drive into the city so as not to feel completely isolated.
And now my dream is quite literally coming true.
Glen and I just bought 8.7 acres in Abbotsford (a relatively small city about an hour east of Vancouver).
A small hobby farm with a giant shop and 8 stall horse barn.
Ya, a horse barn.
And it all feels very surreal.
It has all happened incredibly quickly.
We weren't even looking.
I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I was never going to live on a farm.
But, we went for a drive in the country one weekend and happened to see the 'for sale' sign on this property.
For some reason, I decided to look up the price.
I have no idea.
Not something I normally do.
And suddenly, just like that, my dream seemed attainable.
So, after a whole lot of scrambling to try to get our finances in order, we went to court to put in our bid.
There were two other people bidding on the property and it was all done as a blind bid.
So we had no way of knowing what the others were offering and just had to figure out what our maximum bid was.
What were we willing to pay for the property and still be able to manage the mortgage payments and like eat and stuff?
After much calculation and recalculation, we determined our number and went for it.
We all handed our offers, in sealed envelopes, to the judge.
He opened them right then and there.
And declared ours to be the winning bid.
We were physically shaking.
And absolutely ecstatic.
So very many pieces had to fall into place to make this happen.
And so far they all have.
We close on August 15...the day after our 14th anniversary.
And then, we're moving to the country.
How is this my life right now?