The Beginning:
My journey to homesteading didn’t happen overnight—it was more of a gradual shift that grew out of a deep longing for a simpler, more connected life as I grew up. For years, I lived in a small-town neighborhood with my parents, surrounded by the comforts and conveniences of modern living. We were never allowed to have pets and sports took up most of our time.
Although I still contributed to sports, I wanted to be apart in our local 4H club. My 5th grade year of school my mom finally gave in and reached out to a family friend about the local 4H group her daughter was in. I was very excited to finally be doing something I enjoy. Although I couldn't show a large breed animal due to living in the city, I was allowed to have market rabbits. It only lasted a couple years because my family didn't have the same interests as me. I didn't get too upset that the 4H time ended, because I knew that was not going to be the end of raising animals for me. To my surprise my mom gifted me my first dog at my high school graduation. I named him Chance. He has been my world ever since. Wherever I went, so did he.Highschool came and went and off to college I was. We had a local community college that did not have many options at the time. I wanted to go to school to become a veterinary technician, but the cost of college with a dorm was not an option. So, off to our local community college I went. Health Information Technology was the chosen subject. A 2-year associates' program that I had almost graduated from. With half of a semester left in the fourth quarter I dropped out.
An opening position for a veterinary assistant popped up. So, I applied, was called for an interview and got the job. This was the start of the life I desired, or so I thought. For three and a half almost four years, I worked non-stop seven a.m. to seven-thirty/eight p.m. Monday through Friday and eight a.m. to one p.m. on most Saturdays. Working in vet med is very mentally and physically straining. Due to that we had a lot of call offs and that's when I would get called in more. Not to mention the low pay we were given to work these long days with barely enough time in the day to have a life outside of work.
Something had to change. I started looking for another job and that's when I found a local job, pay doubled and I only had to work Monday-Friday 9-5 with no weekends. That was a no-brainer for me, so I applied. Shortly after, I received the email from the new job listing. The interview was scheduled, I went to the interview, and I got the new job. I put in my 2 weeks' notice at the animal hospital and enjoyed my last two weeks spending time with animals since I would no longer be working in veterinary medicine.
Between leaving my last job and starting my new one I had a week in between. A friend of mine asked if I could take care of her dogs and boarding horses while they went on vacation, of course I said yes! One of the best weeks of my life, spending time and taking care of 4 dogs and 14 horses. To some that is a chore, to me it was just what I needed. I didn't ever think I would get the chance to do something like that in my lifetime. I will forever be grateful for that experience. During that time, it really hit me. I want this to be my life, I want to be surrounded by nature and animals. That is where I am the happiest.
Little did I know it would be my future life. A few months after starting my new job I went to friend's cookout/bonfire. That is where I met my now fiancé, Wyatt. Who knew I would end up meeting my forever at one little bonfire, sitting on the tailgate of a pick-up truck. We grew up going to different schools, so I didn't know much about him except that he raced dirt bikes and lived on a family farm. I thought this was too good to be true but here we are almost 3 years later about to build our own home on 20 acres, with 4 dogs, 2 donkeys, a barn cat and of course more animals to come in the future.

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