I’m typing this on the first desktop computer I’ve owned since the 90’s, on a desk stocked with Uni Ball pens and my glitter collection, in my very own office with my very own door. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months.

Yesterday my husband discovered @mountainfeedandfarm. “They somehow knew you were coming and they made a store about you, ” he said. I was skeptical. Really? A whole store? When I had to hold back actual tears standing in the beekeeping section, I knew he was right.

This place. It forces me to breathe. In my little sea level life I take sips of air, just enough to move forward, get me to my next target. But not this place.