I grew up boarding my horse at a local barn. They took care of my horse well enough, but never quite the way I wanted it done. I didn't like the traffic that came and went and felt they could handle anyones horse at will. I didn't like coming to find someone had rearranged my things to make room for something else. I didn't like having to track down the things that other people borrowed without asking. That is when I started dreaming of my own farm.
At first I thought it was just this barn that had these problems, so when I moved away to college and took my horse with me, I was sad to see that the new barn had similar problems and worse care. After changing barns to one that had better care, I was still at a loss to find even more similar problems of people getting into things that did not belong to them and moving horses around to accommodate other boarders.
Becoming more and more tired of the boarding drama, I started thinking more about owning my own farm and what I wanted it to be like. Well, as in all things that consume us, I got a BS in Animal and Veterinary Science. I went on to start a Master's in Animal Science, but decided I really did not want to preform research, I wanted a life that included my horse (she went out to pasture during my Master's program and took two years off).
Putting my dream into motion, I convinced the boyfriend to move to a larger town with an even larger outlying area that had plenty of farm country for rent. After much searching and debate, we found a three and a half acre property with a cutely remodeled home and a fix me upper horse area that happened to be the ideal price range.
Now to the present, we are living on our farm, trying to turn it into the dream.
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