16/10/2026
Two years ago, we moved to this little farm.
I don’t think I fully understood then just how much work this little place would need, or how much life could change in such a short space of time.
This little feral journey has been a wild ride 🤣 Twisting and turning in directions I didn’t plan. People say, “You must be so proud of what you’ve built.”
And I am. But when I look back, it’s not just the things we’ve built that I’m proud of. It’s everything it took to get to this point.
The last 10 years have been a lot.
Relationships ending. Big changes. Letting go of the life I thought I’d have, finding my feet again, and somehow finding my way to a whole new chapter I couldn’t have imagined back then.
The hard decisions. The things you have to walk away from, even when it’s scary. The moments when you have to back yourself, change direction, and trust that there might be something better on the other side.
Sometimes starting over doesn’t look like starting over. Sometimes it looks like finally building something that feels right.
I think that’s what I admire most in other people, too. Not the polished version of their success, but the guts it took to get there. The things they’ve survived, the chances they’ve taken, and the lives they’ve had the courage to create for themselves.
We see where people end up. We don’t always see what it took to get there.
Two years on, I am proud of what we’re building here. Not because it’s perfect, or because we’ve got it all figured out.
But because it feels like ours.
And maybe that’s success to me. Not having the life you once thought you were supposed to have, but having the courage to build one that feels like your own. 🖤
Here’s to two years of building this feral little life, and making ridiculous decisions involving livestock. WTS for the soon to be Feral Three 🤣🐏🐏🐏
