keeperofthehorses
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I bought this place 11 years ago next week. The population of the nearest town, only 2 miles away, was 500 then. It was nearly 2,000 last census, and over a thousand building permits have been issued since then. 800 sewer permits in the last couple of years alone.
I took this land from a row-crop raspberry farm to my little dream organic food and horse farm. It's everything I've ever wanted. I got to put the house right where I wanted it, away from the road with a perfect view of the ski hill. I put the barn that I designed when I was 8 years old right where I wanted it, so I could see it from my bathroom window, or from bed in the reflection of the dresser mirror. It's perfect for us. I planted a living Christmas tree in the front yard. I buried three dogs here. I said when I moved in that I will never leave, I'll die here. It's my haven.
Well, a bunch of city council people have (is there a polite word for prostituted?) themselves to a California developer who will build apartments, condos and 'light industry' (what the heck is that?) across the road, on what is now 500 acres of prime farm land. My next-door neighbors sold their 40 to another developer. The highway that's 1/4 mile away is going to be widened to 5 lanes. It's heartbreaking. No more quiet mornings listening to the cows sing to their calves. No more dark nights for stargazing. No more riding Guy, or driving the ponies up the road to the Mill Ditch and back.
So we've decided the time has come to move on. My parents also have a small farm one town over that is being surrounded by the same type of mess and they've decided the same thing. The fortunate thing about all of this is that my parents (both in their 70's) are open to the idea of us buying one big farm together and putting two houses on it, so that we can be close enough to help them out and check on them every day, as well as drive them around when it's time for them to hang up the keys. That way I don't have to put them in a home when they get more frail, they'll be right next door. This may also give us the opportunity to grow more than enough hay for my own animals, with some to sell too. I'm lucky enough that my job is run out of my home, so as long as I don't move out of my territory, I should be OK with work. So although it's a great opportunity, and I should be excited, I'm sad as heck to leave this place. It's actually making me physically ill. Every tree, every brick has my sweat on it and it will be very hard to let it go. :no:
I took this land from a row-crop raspberry farm to my little dream organic food and horse farm. It's everything I've ever wanted. I got to put the house right where I wanted it, away from the road with a perfect view of the ski hill. I put the barn that I designed when I was 8 years old right where I wanted it, so I could see it from my bathroom window, or from bed in the reflection of the dresser mirror. It's perfect for us. I planted a living Christmas tree in the front yard. I buried three dogs here. I said when I moved in that I will never leave, I'll die here. It's my haven.
Well, a bunch of city council people have (is there a polite word for prostituted?) themselves to a California developer who will build apartments, condos and 'light industry' (what the heck is that?) across the road, on what is now 500 acres of prime farm land. My next-door neighbors sold their 40 to another developer. The highway that's 1/4 mile away is going to be widened to 5 lanes. It's heartbreaking. No more quiet mornings listening to the cows sing to their calves. No more dark nights for stargazing. No more riding Guy, or driving the ponies up the road to the Mill Ditch and back.
So we've decided the time has come to move on. My parents also have a small farm one town over that is being surrounded by the same type of mess and they've decided the same thing. The fortunate thing about all of this is that my parents (both in their 70's) are open to the idea of us buying one big farm together and putting two houses on it, so that we can be close enough to help them out and check on them every day, as well as drive them around when it's time for them to hang up the keys. That way I don't have to put them in a home when they get more frail, they'll be right next door. This may also give us the opportunity to grow more than enough hay for my own animals, with some to sell too. I'm lucky enough that my job is run out of my home, so as long as I don't move out of my territory, I should be OK with work. So although it's a great opportunity, and I should be excited, I'm sad as heck to leave this place. It's actually making me physically ill. Every tree, every brick has my sweat on it and it will be very hard to let it go. :no: