If there is one thing I learned from living on a farm, it's to expect the unexpected.
Fences will fall. Animals will injure themselves. Equipment and bones will break. Weather will impact your life in ways you can't imagine. Animals will be born. You'll end up doing a lot more than you think you're capable of.
When the nearest town is a good 30-minute drive and all types of communication are spotty at best, you learn how to be brave. Instead of asking for help, you figure things out.
I probably made more mistakes along the way than the average person too. The consequences of those mistakes were often minor physical injuries to yours truly, clothing soiled by all sorts of things, and overdrawing on the kindness of neighbors.
In the beginning of 2012 I moved from New York City and opened a cafe in Livingston, TN. Livingston sits halfway between Knoxville and Nashville with a population of just over 4,00 people.
I rented an old bank building for $300/mo right on the historic town square and renovated the apartment on top and the cafe below. It was a big project. I lived on the farm outside of town during the renovation. It was so rewarding to move in from the farm and open up the cafe a few weeks later.
The menu was expanding and the cafe bustling along, when an old and very dear friend passed through town on his move from Washington D.C. to Las Vegas. We kept in touch. We spent months dating long distance, each of us running our own, very different, businesses.
Eventually I decided to move to Las Vegas to be with the man who would become my husband. It was bittersweet, but mostly sweet.
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