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One day after I've catapulted beyond the many chapters yet to come and I come to a time when my hair is turning gray and the lines on my face begin to tell their stories, I'll live in a home on a small working farm. There'll be cows and chickens and a huge garden used in every season. We'll make most of our own clothes, work a compost, set up a solar powered rooftop. There'll be a big porch with a wooden swing and a small stable for cows, goats, and pigs; and maybe a horse, if I can afford one. Perhaps I'll board a horse for someone else... hmmm, ideas...
One thing is for sure, we'll eat fresh food picked from the ground and off the vines, we'll bake desserts from the small orchards, pick fresh sunflowers in the mornings, make our own cheeses, brew our own beers, build our own greenhouse. I'll play the piano before bed and fall asleep in the living room in a place that smells alive and like cherry wood, barefoot most of the time. There will be short walks on the moss next to the cold gray stones along the creek. We'll have parties with bonfires and live music, we'll sing. We'll all have dirt under our nails, getting old and away from it all. No one will be aware of "Vertically Integrated Fashion".
Time to start saving... Who wants to live on this farm with me?! It doesn't matter where... all we need is land. We'll be pioneers!
I'm totally down with the farm idea! Sounds a lot like my own personal life goal. Do you know how to milk a cow?
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