The Feeling of Familiariity

I'm up in Vermont today, starting the cleaning of the house that my friend Flint (she's from Flint, MI) and I will hopefully be moving into.  It's a HUGE house - 4 bedroom house built in 1882.  Thankfully we'll have it leased through the end of August.  I really don't want to move again, but I definitely do not want to pay the winter heating bill on that thing.  It'll give us time to find something a little more economical.  The word on the street is that one of the neighbors would like to move in there from their 2 bedroom plus loft apartment.  Fingers crossed they want too - they are a family of 5 after all- and we'll do a little flip.  They already seem a little outgrown, and I can't wait to be in a place I can call home for a good, long time.  I'm tired of moving.

While driving to go pick up my mom, I was listening to the radio when the voice of a DJ came on the country station I use to listen too all the time while milking cows in college.  The feeling that came over me was of familiarity - warm, comforting, relaxing.  Even watching the local news tonight, I loved the feeling.  I haven't really been away from Vermont for that long - 5 years.  I'm happy to be back.  How long I'll stay I do not know - I know I have to stay at this job for at least 2 years to make up for my 8 month stint in NY.  It was hard enough trying to explain that fiasco, I can't imagine trying to explain two jobs of short periods.

In the mean time, I'm trying to get my brain wrapped around working again.  I'm nervous about the job - part of me is not really excited, but part of me is.  As my friend told me last night it's understandable.  After all I went through with Thanksgiving Farm, being so excited about it and having so much hope, it came to a bitter end.  The other part of me though, is thinking of ways to make the program at The Ranch bigger and better - bees! dairy cows! breeding pigs! more chickens!  But I know that The Ranch wants me to go slow.  Which is probably for the best, especially if another part of me is not feeling terribly excited.

Oh, Texas was lovely.  I love my nephews so very much.  Hopefully I'll be able to see them again by the end of the year!