29th of April, 2021
Welcome to my thoughts. It’s the end of the day. I can’t quite seem to get rid of that tight feeling on the top of my head where my hair has been tied up all day. It’s raining outside. Andrew and I had pizza for dinner. Im sitting in my bed trying to decide how I want this blog post to go. It’s not that I don’t know what to say, it’s that I have so much I want to say but I need to slow down on the purge of stories and information. Gotta organize my thoughts.
I think I will back track to the actual move from Texas to Tennessee. We sold our home in Texas because our HOA made us re-home our chickens. Some people might seem like this was a drastic move, but, here let me explain.
So covid hit at the beginning of 2020 and everyone was all hunkered down. Well, I home school the kids, and while we were accustomed to being home, learning at home, we still took our kids out to museums, hikes, new restaurants and collected science experiments. So we weren’t always home. Andrew knew my deep desire to own chickens one day and since some other people we knew in our neighborhood had chickens, we decided this was a good time to jump in.
So we bought four Buff Orpington chicks, made a coop and eventually started collecting fresh eggs. Something in this experience changed all of us. I felt like I was doing something good. I mean I’m not saying that I don’t do good, obviously I do. But it’s a different kind of doing good. I learned a farm type thing, ya know? Our son took his role in chicken rearing so seriously that he adopted the nickname Dean Chicken King. He would hold his hens while swinging on the swing. His contentment made me feel so happy for him.
One day we received a letter in the mail that having chickens wasn’t allowed (yes, we got the cities permission). The letter was dated two weeks prior to the date that we received it and it stated that we needed to re-home the hens. The biggest surprise was that the date they gave us was only two days out. Imagine our frustration and anger as parents. We had to find a home for our chickens, and have a conversation with our kids about what needed to happen. Thankfully, we were able to find a place for them just up the road, not in the housing development, and I held my son for the longest time while he cried.
Owning a piece of property and having an entity tell you what you could and could not do or else you would be fined or having other repercussions didn’t make us feel like we owned our home. So we decided to sell.
We didn’t plan on moving to Tennessee. We planned on buying land and starting a family farm. However, since covid happened, my husband was sent to perform his job in a work from home setting and wasn’t planning on needing to go back to an office setting. So we thought, well heck, why don’t we see if there are other states that would fit our “criteria” for our ideal family life setting. We did some research, prayed over what direction God’s plan was for our family and put our noses to the grindstone and got to fixing up our house to sell.
The moving process was not fun. If I had an itemized list before hand of everything that we would be doing and how it would all get done, I don’t know if I would have encouraged my husband to take the plunge. We ended up staying in one hotel and three airbnb’s before we actually moved in to our home in Tennessee. The closing date kept getting pushed out and there were ants and other bugs we needed to clean out. We felt so exhausted from it all and took a break from just doing anything for the first two weeks.
However, now that we are here, it is breathtaking.
Today I posted another video to our YouTube channel about our plans for our massive chicken enclosure, oh yeah, there are 20 chicks in our upstairs bathroom just waiting to be moved to their coop. I wanted to finish putting in the trenches to bury the fencing for their enclosure but it rained all day, so I didn’t get the chance.
I saw a music video today of a young female artist and I didn’t agree with it. I feel like there are some aspects of society that are moving further and further away from what matters in life. Maybe its because I don’t understand why certain things matter or are placed so high up to some people. Im not sure this comment had a place in this blog post, but I’m not deleting it.
I just want to look back on my life and know that I did everything that I had set out to do. Even if I fail, I just want to have tried. I want my kids to say that their mom did it. She just did everything that she said she was going to do.