We close on our cute little backyard farm the 25th, the only thing I asked for on Mother's Day was a house. I didn't feel that was asking too much, but I didn't get it. None of the homes have felt right yet.
Michael had grand plans for living out of his car, while I lived 200 miles away in Idaho. I just couldn't handle being that far away from him for that long. So we decided to get an apartment. WAIT....an apartment?!?!? This is not what I anticipated! But I'm hoping that in the end my new backyard farm will be worth the wait.
So we are packing up basically everything and putting it into storage. My house looks looked like it threw up on itself. Pretty graphic, I know, but it is the only way to describe it. We are taking just the very basic necessities with us to the apartment so the dog bed went out to the storage unit and we took our bed off the frame and just have our mattress on the floor. We left for two minutes and look what became the new dog bed...
The kitty likes to hide under my bed, but can't now that it is just a mattress on the floor, so guess where she has now chosen to hide out:
the baby's crib.
This is not good people!
We think we have found a home to "babysit" our chickens. My friend Nora wants to get chickens, her husband does not. They negotiated a trial run with ours to see if they are a good fit for their family. I'm sure James will come around.
Kitty is coming with us to the apartment.
I still need to find a temporary home for Jada (our dog) and Rodrick (the bunny).
Wish me luck!