I am NOT a farm girl, yet I am living on a farm. A real farm with a barn and goats! My dad always had a farm and would try to talk me into coming out and living on the farm. Yeah, not so appealing. I don't think there is anything wrong with living on a farm if that is your thing, but for me, the negatives outweigh the positives. This farm that we are living on has been the most perfect place for us to live during our transition. We are getting out of our comfort zone, but also finding peace and calm in the nature. It is so drastic from where we moved from. Paris, France to a small city on a farm!
Today was a perfect example of why I am not cut out to be a farm girl. This evening Justin and I were hanging out when two little mice decided to join us. I think they were babies because they were TEENY! And does that mean that their mom is around and that they probably have other siblings wanting to hang out? We caught two and threw them outside (by "we" I mean Justin and Carol). Then we decided to go for a little walk outside where I found a big white lump that I first thought was a rock. Nope. It was a goat. A dead goat. Why? Along the walk I also saw slugs and dog poop. We came back to the apartment and found two or three more mice. We spent the evening hunting mice.
I decided to explore for where these little mice were coming from. I started picking up pillows off the floor to see if they were coming from some sort of mouse nest. I lifted up my pregnancy pillow and found a HUGE spider! NOOOOOO! I hate spiders! I hate them more than mice! So Justin came in and saved the day again! He killed it and flushed it. That stupid spider has survived three flushes so far! Well, at least he hasn't gone down the toilet yet. Justin felt him "pop" so we know he is dead. But EW!!!!
Again, I am thankful we are here, but it is helping me grow in areas that I was hoping not to have to grow in!