I do live on a farm though. I wake up to goats outside my window. People park in front of my house and walk twenty feet to get their fresh milk out of the fridge. My boots have to stay outside because they are covered in muck. I am not a farmer though.
My partner, and father of my child, Kris, lost his job in January. He hopped around a bit from job to job, we moved to Ohio for a couple of months and then landed back in Knoxville. A friend gave us a heads up about an opening on a dairy farm. I had to force Kris to apply but it seemed like an interesting opportunity so I did.
He came home the first day with a light in his eyes that I had never seen before. Every day he just got happier and happier. After two weeks we moved onsite.
I grew up in a trailer park in a small city. I have lived in many different parts of the country in many different situations, including a decade in New York City. Now I am starting an entirely new adventure and dragging you along.
We have been here for four days now so I will have to catch you up tomorrow. In the meantime here's some fun pictures.
You are so lucky to be with the McBee Family, that are amazing.
ReplyDeleteFarmlife seems to do that to you. I'm a city girl myself and started out small with a veggie garden, now we have chickens and are looking for goats - we have room now that the horses are gone. Hope to see you next time I pick up milk. I have a video of those pigs snuffling my pants when they got out, you have to see it. Too funny.
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