I grew up in the Midwest, Iowa, Nebraska, and Minnesota to be exact. We moved around a lot, I think at last count I lived in 13 different homes before graduating from college. Some houses were in the country but most were in small towns and even a couple intermediate sized "cities." The one thing that I learned from my childhood was that I did not want to be a farmer. I also didn't want to stay in Iowa. I had aspirations of moving out east, living in some dinky apartment in the city, walking to cute little restaurants for dinners, and lugging my groceries home on the subway.
At 27, one would think that is the life I am living now 5 years after college. Well as life sometimes does, it threw me a curve ball in the form of my lovely husband. Although I do live out on the East Coast, I I traded my dreams of an open concept loft for an old defunct blueberry farm of 225 acres. We have been living on the farm for almost 8 months now and I have come to a completely unexpected revelation, I like farming! Well, I certainly like gardening and the solitude of the country. Of course, life isn't always peaceful out here, we have had our fair share of adventures. Dogs running away, snakes by the front doorstep, 3 foot snow storms that forced me to be out plowing our road on the little John Deere lawnmower at 11pm so I could catch my morning flight to Miami. My life is an interesting dichotomy of farm and sophistication, travel and garden, rubber boots and high heels. I certainly never expected this life for myself but I am happy to say that I am really enjoying living it.