“Do you live in a barn?”
People normally ask this like it’s a bad thing.
I promise, living in a barn is one of the best decisions I have made in my entire life.
After moving back home from Long Beach almost six months ago, I have never been so close to my family and friends. I’m able to have dinner with my parents, aunts and uncles and grandparents at least three nights a week. Three more nights a week are spent with friends. If it weren’t for these amazing people, I probably would be struggling with the hand that life dealt me.
Late last year, some very sad and unfortunate events rocked my entire existence. I’m still not ready to talk about them— but I guarantee, I will be someday. What happened caused me to start back at square one in every aspect of my life.
Now— I have a job that a love, get to live in my hometown that is so dear to me, and have the hope that life will flourish for me here.
*Above: me taking a tour of our barn red chicken coop.