Growing Where I'm Planted

Well, my life has changed drastically in the last year, and more big changes are on the way, so I figured I'd share the growing pains.  I'm recently divorced, and in the process of moving out to 15 acres of family land.  By myself.  Don't get me wrong - my parents will be nearby to help, and will eventually be moving out to their own house on the same acreage.  But for now, it will just be me.

I'm excited - so excited I can hardly stand it.  My ex-husband and I dreamed of doing this together, and we started the process when we were still married.  When we split, I wondered if that meant I had to give up, but I just refuse to believe that his indiscretions could cost me every dream I ever had.  Surely I can still do this one thing! 

There is a small voice of doubt within me.  Maybe based on the fairy tales we girls are spoonfed growing up - the idea that when things go bad, you need a hero to ride in and rescue you.  I have no idea if I'll be able to slay the dragons myself (or even manage to take care of a small snake if one wanders into my garden) but I've got to try. 

So this is my story.  I'm a city girl, uprooting myself for greener pastures.  I'm thrilled and terrified and inspired by the prospect.  I know that I will make mistakes and have some misadventures along the way, but my goal is to keep my sense of humor, learn from it all and grow.