Happy Friday, everyone!
It's hard to believe
that this time last week it was my last day at work. This week has
absolutely flown by, but I've loved every minute of it. Last
Saturday, I drove back home to Cumbria with a car full of clothes and
I officially moved back in with my parents. All this week I've been
helping dad on the farm (there's not much to do now that we only have
five cows to milk and we let all the stirks – teenage calves –
out in the fields on Wednesday, so there's only seven calves to feed
now too), writing out and sending my wedding invitations, applying
for jobs and generally helping out my parents. It's been bliss.
I don't know if it's
the fact that I'm finally home after eight years away, or the
unseasonably good weather, or the beauty of the Lakes or the fact
that I'm back with my family, but I just feel so...happy.
Who wouldn't feel happy waking up to this every day?
It's like a balm has
been applied to my soul – I can feel something deep inside me
healing, something that I didn't know needed to be healed until now.
I feel like, for once, I'm exactly where I should be at this moment
in time.
Bringing in our small herd for milking
Every time I wake up in
the morning, I'm filled with a sense of wonder and excitement and
gratitude (the gratitude is for my parents for letting me and the
Engineer stay with them for a while until we find our feet – thank
you mother bear and father bear!). Every time I go for the cows, or
check the stock, or walk the dog, I look around in amazement – I
found myself simply staring at the fells this morning when I went to
check on the cows – it's almost as if I'm trying to drink in as
much as possible, like I'm afraid one day I'll wake up the fells and
lakes won't be there anymore (which is understandable, seeing as how
I've lived away from home for the past eight years).
The stirks we let out in the fields this week
Like I said, this week
I've managed to send out all my wedding invitations, which feels like
a good job done, and I've managed to pick up a couple of shifts in
the local cafe, which means I don't have to worry quite so much about
money. I may not have found a full time job yet – but far from the
crippling anxiety and fear I was feeling in Norfolk over this
prospect, now I feel much calmer – what will be, will be, and I
know something will come along eventually. In fact, I was just
reflecting on this as I walked Bess around the village this morning; when I came
back I got the post from the post box, and there was a letter
inviting me for an interview for a job I applied for last week. So
you see, the power of positive thinking :).
Also spending my time looking after this little menace!
The parents are away
this weekend in London, so it's up to me to look after the farm while
they're gone. Hopefully the good weather will last, so me and The
Engineer can do some exploring when we're not milking!
Have a great weekend,
folks!
Have you ever felt like
things are gradually falling into place, or that you're exactly where
you should be in life? Have you ever been to the Lakes? How's the
weather with you?
