A New Place to Call Home.

It's been 6 months since we moved to California. What an adventure it has been. I live in the country. I own 3 goats, 4 chickens {yeah...one was a rooster that had to go, and another got eaten...}, and some ugly black muck boots. I haven't been to the mall in 2 months. My closest neighbor is a horse, and when I look outside at night I can see every star in the sky.

I wish I could say that every moment of this transition has been an easy one, but that would be a lie. I'm human; Though we always try to focus on the positive, there have been some ups and downs. There were days that I sat at home and cried because I missed Utah, our old friends, and especially my family there. I missed stupid little things like the mountains, BYU environment, and my well-known running trials. I missed the restaurants, all the LDS billboards, and Tai Pan Trading. I missed my ward with 40 other woman going through the same trials of motherhood, and I missed driving up the Provo Canyon. I missed Temple Square, dry heat, sporting events, and running into people at our townhouse parking lot.

There were days that I just so desperately wanted this new place to feel like home. It's a simple thing but I missed that security.

Awhile back while I was driving down the good old country road to our circular driveway, the feeling that I'd been praying months for finally came. This is home. I'm so blessed to be here. I'm so grateful to be here. Surrounded by such an incredible family, with the hope to make some wonderful friends, and raise my boys in a unique, beautiful place is an adventure that finally feels like home. I really can say that Heavenly Father has been with us and is watching over us. We truly are so blessed.Our chickens gave us our first two eggs. Caden dropped them right after this picture, but I'm sure they would have been delicious {in cookies or bread, of course}. My favorite chicken, snow sniper, turned out to be a rooster. His 5 am cock-a-doodle-doing was my first clue. I wanted strangle him myself. This farm girl didn't really think through what it meant to have to "get rid of" a rooster. Bryan took care of him on garbage day. I did not participate. The chickens got a new bright red coop. It's about as cute as a coop can be. The goats weren't sure what to think about it.
The weather has been absolutely beautiful here. How could I be homesick when it's 75 degrees and I'm at the park with my boys and sister in law every day?!?{This is from the beginning of January. I swear we are not Dub-T who still have their Christmas lights up!}And nothing, absolutely nothing, is more beautiful than the country sunsets. If you'll let them, they really will take your breath away.

And I can finally call all this home. :)