We’re all story tellers, we bloggers, we like to tell our story, we like to read about others stories, it’s kind of what makes us tick. And as bloggers who read other blogs, we sometimes forget that those who read us, haven’t been along for the ride the whole time. It was pointed out to me in a comment,[thank you!] that the new readers were wondering how I got from there White Rock on the West Coast, to here the North Okanagan, in the interior of BC, Canada. If you are a long time reader, please bear with me, and maybe just look at the pretty pictures. But if you are a new reader hopefully this will explain how we finally are living our dream.
Years ago as newlyweds we thought we would move up to the Okanagan months after marrying. But life had other ideas, and we had commitments, so we stayed in our condo in White Rock. Muddy Boot Dreams was born one day when I needed a name for my photography business, it perfectly described our dreams of muddy boots, and a farm. Last spring we put our condo up for sale, and it took months to sell, that’s not unusual in the Vancouver market that is flooded with condo’s for sale. We sold it at the end of November 2011, it was one of the only ones in it’s area to sell. We needed to be out in two and a half weeks, and had nowhere to live. Thankfully my Sister, and my BIL, let us stay with them on their farm while we went out house hunting. Our search is documented in the house hunting series… and wow did we find some interesting houses. You can read about the search by looking under the tab called house hunting, it’s just underneath my banner.
One spring a few years ago severe environmental allergies surfaced for me, and we decided to change our dream from a farm, to a house on a large rural lot. This works for us, there is no way I will be able to farm during the spring season.
We have only been in our new home for a week or so, and we are unpacking boxes, and still trying to find the things that seem to have been misplaced. But we did find the frying pan. Our dream of having a house, and living up here has been fulfilled, and I have more dreams to aspire to in this new place that we now call home.
Soon as we finish unpacking the mess, we are tackling the… ahem… decor. After all periwinkle blue is a great color for a flower, but not so much for my living room.