Saturday, August 14, 2010

Fly Away Home

Today I dream about leaving this nest and flying away to create a new home...

Lately I have had this nagging feeling that I need to "fly away" to a home that I don't even know yet.  Funny thing is that each time I visit this place, I instantly feel right at home even though I have yet to spend more than a week there at a one time.

I bought a little land in another state about 5 years ago during a very unstable time in my life.  I purchased it site unseen and was basically going off an instinctual feeling that I had.  It was helpful that my parents and brother had already purchase their land there so it did make it a bit easier to decide to buy.  Before I knew it, I flew out there, purchased the land and crossed my fingers that I was making a good decision.  At the time, I figured it would be my little nest egg or retirement home someday. 
 
Who knew that my "someday" would come sooner than anticipated and now I am having to make some big decisions in my life.  

I now know that I am indeed moving there, now it is just the decision of WHEN.  I sit here and think to myself that I am indeed nuts to leave all that I have here.  I then remember the peaceful feeling that I have each time I visit this land of unknown and land of uncertainty.

Last time I was there I hopped on the family tractor for the first time and instantly I felt like I was home.  I experienced the most calm, serene and peaceful feeling that has not been matched yet.  I now dream of tending to an organic garden, building a home, raising chickens and a perhaps having a goat wander around my lot.

Here's to my new adventure... I soon shall fly away to a new home.

-Birdie














2 comments:

  1. Now is the only when that matters. Don't wait for things to line up perfectly, they never will. At some point you have to take that leap of faith. Good first post!

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  2. you inch closer and closer staring at the edge unable to see beyond it. Your breathing is so swallow now your afraid your heart will stop. Sweaty hands grasp the line and a new concern enters your mind and it races ahead pointing out all the variables for failure. You start to turn around and I put my hands on yours and I whisper in your ears "we can do this-together!" Love

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