This is Girl Person. Thank you all for being patient with me as I explain all that has been going on. I know I have kept you wondering, and it wasn’t my intention to drag this on and on. But as I have written our story down, it has become apparent to me that I may seem crazy. You know…crazier than usual.
I am sure for most, the decision of moving is not an earth shattering decision. But decisions for me have never been easy, and this decision WAS earth shattering for me. I was leaving behind land I cherished, a house that Boy Person and I had built with our own hands, and memories from childhood. There was a tree in our yard that I had carved my name on as a child when I had an imaginary house there by the swamp. I now had a real house here. A house that meant something to me…but yet, I was going to leave.
So yes. We put that for sale sign up and like I said, we thought we had a bit to plan. To think. To pack. I thought we had time to let everything sink in with us and our family. Wow. Were we wrong.
The day after we put it up for sale we got a call for a showing. You know the drill. Clean, clean, dogs out of the house…what a pain. Then the next day, another showing. And the next. And then, nine days later, we got an offer. Yes, NINE days. We had been praying for this, but when it happened, I was mad. Who wanted this house? Who wanted this house we had built? Who had a right to be here? Did I want them here? Yeah. No. I didn’t want them here. They didn’t know my Pappy had moved here at three. They didn’t know that after the war he had ran through this orange grove to meet his dog. They didn’t know my grandparents had built their house here. They sure didn’t know the adventures and love and memories with my family I had had here. And they definitely didn’t know they were moving into the middle of a family compound. Ok, maybe we should leave that out.
So we got the offer. We had four hours to decide. We cried. We screamed. We dreamed. We had wanted this. We had. We wanted to move to Sonoma, California. It was our dream to go back. Was this really happening? It was.
We accepted the offer. We packed quick. But it happened SO quick. We had already made arrangements for our business, so that was taken care of. Most of our ingredients are organic and the West is wonderful for supplies, etc. But what the most important thing was our kids. Our furkids. Our featherkids. But first. We had to tell our family.
That was probably the hardest of all. Tears, many tears. And I understood as best as I could how they felt. I sure didn’t know how I felt. But there it was. A decision it took three years to make and nine days to happen. We had a month left in the orange grove. It was time to start building a chicken coop and quick. They were going to have a house before we did.
So we were doing this! A life I had built was now changing. But we were happy, and excited and scared. I’ve told our fans before that since Boy Person and I didn’t have children of our own, Brickle and Digby and my rescue work fulfilled me in a way I needed. For me, it was never about the things I had, but the simple life I wanted. Some may think I was insane for giving up a big, beautiful house to do what we did next…
To Be Continued Monday
“In the end, I’ve come to believe in something I call “The Physics of the Quest.” A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you’re brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.”- Eat, Pray, Love