My husband has made his way to GA, while the girls and I are here, waiting for the house to sell. Dreaming.
I confess to being a fence rider, and feel torn and envious of those who aren't (Bev, et al) Perhaps (LOL) I have an unrealistic dream of being some southern belle that works the farm, sweats, doesn't wear make- up, and then cleans the house like Martha Stewart, homeschools, and throws on a dress for a night of entertaining.
You guys are my wake up call. I must admit fear is starting to creep in, can I really give up these comforts to simplify and make this change for our family? Well, it's too late to turn back now!
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