a house that is not a house

we bought the farm. cowboy and i.

it's only five acres, but it has rolling pastures (kind of) and a walking woods. and it's always cool and relaxing and in a few years, i'll be able to put my feet up on something inside my home and look out at the beautiful land around me and be happy.

at the moment, the house that sits on our lovely farm is old (but not the pretty kind of old) and ugly and has mold and a faulty foundation and smells like stale cigarettes and old kitchens.

my sister and best friend saw the place (at separate times) this weekend. they both live in new york. and they both loved it.

and seeing the farm made them both ask when we were going to have a baby...which is funny.

anyhoo...

so, with my new adulthood in check: land ownership, (almost) full-time permanent work, out of school, and (almost) married, i suppose now we will see what happens next.