Boring day today. I cleaned the kitchen, changed the light bulb in the bunny barn, and made dinner: the "what we have on hand" version of sloppy joes. I had ketchup, mustard, relish, barbecue sauce, paprika, garlic powder, salt, pepper, and honey to add to the ground hamburger and diced onion. It turned out pretty good, and between #1, #2, #5, and I there are no leftovers. My mom came by and picked up #3 and #4 around lunch time to go do some school shopping. They should be home this evening with Tony when he gets home from work.
I can't help but feel completely blessed living here. This place is beyond words. It just feels like "home" to me. Everything comes together and fits. It's as though the pieces I felt I was missing before got re-arranged and everything is as it should be now. There is an amazing feeling of peace here on the homestead. The trains go by, the traffic from the highway is audible, the ducks never stop talking, and Josh (the goose) gives his warning honk when he sees the kids on bikes or if someone comes up the driveway. But really, the birds sing, the wind blows, the bunnies munch on their hay, and all is right with the world, even if just for a few minutes. Standing in the yard, feeling the sun on my skin, the breeze through my hair, I can't help but be thankful for the opportunity to live in such a special place. I can't find the proper words to express the feelings I here, but it's amazing; like I'm free from the chains I felt I was in before. A simple life, the opportunity to grow as a person, as a family, and as a hobbyist. So many opportunities here, and the freedom to express yourself. But truly one of the biggest joys so far has been having all of the windows open, no curtains, and just seeing nature. No neighbors peering in the windows, no sirens in the distance, no neighbors fighting and slamming doors, no voices from down the road, I can't hear my neighbor's phone ring. I have not had a panic attack or an anxiety attack since we've been here. That yoke has been lifted, and I feel like an entirely different person now. Memories of the old house seem so distant that going back to get stuff now and then feels foreign. As #3 said last week, "It feels like we've always lived here." - It feels like we're finally home. I love it!
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