I don’t think I would consider myself officially moved until now. I have lived here 1/3 of a year already.
It was not when I found an apartment, started my job, or bought a couch. None of that really gave me true peace like finding a barn does.
I had forgotten how magical barn nights are when it’s warm enough to be in a T-Shirt.
Truly I forget how much these animals do for me and my mental health. I wrote earlier about my must-haves.
I am so lucky, this place check all 5 boxes. Horses are tremendously happy; people are present and kind, and the facility is great.
For the first time ever, I have a regular view of the mountains while riding and gosh, it is awe-inspiring to watch the sun set over them while riding.
If I could bottle this feeling and sell it, I am pretty sure there would be world peace.
By the way, that chestnut face is Q, and he’s our newest friend.