The perfect little farm.
The land is stunning. It gives me an emotional response every time I see it.
It has plenty of room.
The gardens are perfect.
But it needs some work.
The animal set up isn’t perfect.
The house is too small. Not one decent closet it the place. One bathroom is still not done. The landlord is a slave driver.
Its our current farm.
We couldn’t do it. We just could not leave. All the financial risks of staying or going were not the final straw. The final straw was driving by our house to see if the last showing was done yet, and...
THOSE PEOPLE WERE IN OUR HOUSE!
We turned around and waited at the nearby church for them to be done.
But we both had this sick feeling in our gut.
It was like watching someone flirt with Josh. It made me want to throw up.
We were both just waiting for the other one to back down.
I said it first.
I’ve never seen him agree to anything faster.
So we stay. Now we have to figure out how.
We have learned that our bank has a hardship mortgage department. We are currently negotiating with them to get our loan in line. I’ll keep you posted on the details as they come.
NOW I CAN FINALLY PLAN MY NEXT YEAR GARDEN!!!!!!!!!
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