Flash forward a year from the last post. Yes, a year. Actually a year and 10 days if you want to be exact. A lot can happen in that amount of time, and I think we covered all our bases, like:
graduating my Farm Beginnings classes…
celebrating bachelor(ette) parties & bridal showers…
becoming a golfer…
finding and losing out on 3 potential houses…
then becoming the proud owners of a 1960s house in town…
boasting a plentiful tomato harvest (tomato game STRONG this year)
oh, and getting married.
And that is just to name a few! So now you see why I didn’t have a single minute to update with posts, pictures and stories. Obviously, the highlight was our Saint Paul wedding in August. A years’ worth of planning, big decisions, little decisions, taste testing, vendor meetings, follow up vendor meetings, last-minute panic meetings, emails, letters, invitations, thank-yous…
I really was worn out from typing.
But this is it! We are now living the American Dream in the American Heartland. We have bills and budgets, jobs and schedules, and each other. It’s perfect.
The point of this blog was to articulate the stark differences from my life before I moved to South Dakota. There are plenty, as I’ve mentioned previously. The long car rides to get almost anywhere have become a time where I can catch up on my reading (audio books rule, in case you had doubts). Late nights working mean I get to look up and see infinite stars. Putting distance between me and my Target means… well it means more online shopping 🙂
I’ve dug in. And I like it. I really, really like it.
2 thoughts on “flash forward”
Sara – boy I’ve waited a long time for your update……since I’m not on facebook it’s either e-mail, phone for personal visit so I was very happy
to see your last update. Life sounds wonderful in North Dakota! I really
love your writing ( you should do more of it). Keep it coming!
It was so fun to see you at Trader Joe’s yesterday. Your story is so sweet. I am inspired by your diligence, your spunk!!!!
Way to live outside the box and in contrast to your beginnings.
I look forward to hearing of the fruits of your labor.