This is my first attempt at blogging, please bear with me as I make mistakes and learn. I am writing this as my own perspective with my raw emotion. This is not meant to be for pity or sympathy.
A little about myself, I am a wife, mother, homesteader, business owner, and work outside the home full time. To say that I am a little strung out is an understatement, but being busy and working hard has always been my strong suit.
My husband and I met in high school (I know cue the romantic comedy). We went to the same college, and dated for several years before we got married.
One of the common interests that my husband and I share is animals. I have always loved animals, whether it be a little tadpole or riding horses, my childhood was a never ending revolving door of creatures. I knew from a young age that I wanted to be a farmer, even when I was discouraged by one of my second grade classmates that only boys were farmers. I went to college for equine studies at SUNY Cobleskill, while my husband went for dairy management. There, we set our foundation, now all we needed was a farm.
We graduated college, I found a full time job with benefits at the local factory and my husband started his own hooftrimming business (a little more on that later). Our next step seemed obvious, let’s buy a farm! But wait, my parents were Christian and it was looked down upon to live together before marriage. So I worked my factory job, banking as much overtime as I could while living with my parents. My husband lived with his parents as well and we looked for about 3 years to find our dream farm.
We got engaged in September of 2011 and then the pressure was really on. We would need a place to live, together.
With Jason’s hooftrimming business, he knows a lot of dairy farmers and when he heard from one of his customers that there was a farm for sale not too far away, we both hopped in his truck and drove. As we were driving up this steep dirt road, I looked at my soon to be husband and said, “This is it.” We saw this grand beautiful three story barn, a little machine shed, and a big yellow house. The farm was last used as an animal sanctuary for dogs and cats so there was woven wire fences all along the roadside, and the front lawn. We saw the potential that this little piece of land could hold for us.