Tomorrow is the big day. I’ve written about my moving anxiety on this blog earlier but it’s finally happening. Paisley and I are moving to our new barn tomorrow afternoon.
I think my biggest adjustment is simply losing the family. Everyone I’ve known who has left our barn either by choice or by loss of their horse has always promised to keep in touch, to come visit and stop by now and then. The now’s become the then’s and there are a few rare people who still visit regularly even though they no longer have their horses. I’m hoping that moving just down the road decreases my odds of becoming an outlier but I can’t say for certain. I would hate to come and visit and not be recognized by anyone.
I’ll miss riding in this field.
Some nights weren’t so bad.
This is for him. This is for me. The most beautiful place can also be the same source of the most heartache and frustration.