I was a 20-something city girl who moved to the country in the summer of 2013, with every intention of having chickens, goats, and a garden. It wasn't an easy or more simple life that I was in search of--I moved to the country to roll up my sleeves and learn to work hard. I wanted to learn discipline, self-control, and independent living. I commuted 2 hours a day to work in the "big city." I lived in both worlds. But my heart was tied up in the country and everything about the Home life.
Fast forward to the Spring of 2014, when I married my husband and launched into the world of stay at home wife. We still don't have the goats and chickens or a garden, and I'm not as "country" as I may like, but I still manage to hang my clothes to dry on the line and look out over a beautifully barren land from my windows.
Now, as we are expecting our first child in April 2015, I have a lot to look forward to and learn. This is where I'm chronicling the journey.
Fast forward to the Spring of 2014, when I married my husband and launched into the world of stay at home wife. We still don't have the goats and chickens or a garden, and I'm not as "country" as I may like, but I still manage to hang my clothes to dry on the line and look out over a beautifully barren land from my windows.
Now, as we are expecting our first child in April 2015, I have a lot to look forward to and learn. This is where I'm chronicling the journey.
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