a gallagher tale ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Live For Someday I'm tired. I'm worn out. I don't want to live on the road. I don't want to call a fifth wheel trailer my home. I don't want to be "currently without residence." I don't want to hesitate everytime someone asks me where I'm from, or asks me for my address. I'm not from anywhere. I have no address. The only thing I can do is just accept it. This is where we are right now. We are in Minnesota, we are living in a fifth wheel trailer. We are spending our weekends on 30 acres of land in Wisconsin that Shane owns (hey, it's something). He is clearing up a place for us to put the trailer, or maybe a little cabin. He wants to put some fence up so I can have a horse. I don't even want a horse that bad right now. I mean, I do. Of course I do. But I feel disjointed... I want to have our farm. I keep looking forward... I want it so bad. It almost makes it worthwhile, this lifestyle, this craziness. The idea of having it... I dream of waking up in the morning and fixing a big breakfast. Of going out and feeding all my critters. The horses, the pigs, the dogs, the rabbits. Of hearing Shane working in his shop, carving some beautiful scene in logs, or making some awesome piece of furniture, and hearing Zane chattering to him as he "helps".. Of jumping up on a horse's back and riding around our 100 acres bareback. Of being able to see some crazy animal for sale in the paper and just... going and getting it. I picture that little area in the back of our land where I want the 5 acre pasture to be, where my horses will run and play and be happy and lovely and perfect. Every day I browse around online at farm animals and horses and things I want... someday. I don't know when someday will be. Maybe we will start working on it in September or October of this year. Maybe it will be January of next year. It might be winter 2008 before we have it mostly in place. It might be spring 2009 before I really start bringing home my full menagerie. I really don't know. But everyday it gets harder to be on the road, to be homeless, to be away from everything familiar but Shane & Zane & Tucker. Everyday I have to work harder to keep the goal in mind; to keep that picture of our little farm heaven in the forefront of my thoughts. I know I want that more than I want to be "home" right now. I have my hands full. I am tired out. I want a break. I wish so much that we were already there, that we had the money in the bank to go and start building. I want it so badly. How can three more months seem like such an eternity? 6:41 p.m. - Monday, Jun. 25, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Today is Sunday November 18th - Sunday, Nov. 18, 2007 |
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