Since moving here to northeastern Alberta, one bad thing has happened after the other, to the point of me beginning to think someone wants me out of here.
But things are not perfect anywhere. Life is what we make of it. I created this goal, this farm, the bed and breakfast, the life I have here. It did not exist in this way prior to my arrival and my persistence and diligence. Yes, I did not do it all alone. From time to time others have given me many hours of their time to assist me and that was most appreciated. But without a person driving the ship, the dream would not exist and the job would not get done.
I see potential for so many more improvements. I have only a few more years here, 3 or 4. Arriving in 2011, the farm was to be a 10 year project, but I actually left home in 2010 for a different farm, which was subsequently surrounded by land purchased by the dump company, Waste Management, so I went home to rethink things. My dream of living offgrid in a monolithic dome home was shattered. That did not mean the entire dream of a permaculture organic farm was gone, but lots of revamping was necessary. There is a steel building to put up, purchased 2 years ago and still waiting and the buildings need painting outside. Some major demolition needs to happen, removing the barn and dilapidated old buildings that were left to rot by the previous owner. Too bad, so sad.
But this year, things have been put aside in order to get the bed and breakfast up and running again after the flood. When that is completed, then if there is still time before winter, the other projects may be able to get underway. It would be so nice to have a building to act as a real barn this winter, which is what the steel building was for. Maybe...
In the meantime, bad luck happens, though how we cope with it is what makes the difference. Sometimes I get a little frustrated and down, but not for long. The dream is very much alive. I am so glad you are all here to help me too. Thank you for that. Onward, I go!