I remember when I was a little girl, about 12 years old, I stole a piece of A3 sketch paper from my dad and drew out my dream home.
It was an upstairs downstairs made of wood and stone, very spacious with balconies looking over the tree filled garden.
Ever since that day, I have dreamed of having or building my own home with the ocean or a large body of water as my front yard and a mountain as my back yard.
Even as a little kid before I knew about permaculture and living off the land, I envisioned I would grow my own food. Of course I was (and still am to a degree) obsessed with horses, so I drew in a stable block and paddocks. I also made space for the goats and geese that I would have. And I think I imagined that I drove a black four by four.
At 34, I am still dreaming of this perfect life, and with the help of Tumblr, I get to curate pictures of what I would like this life to look like.
Lately I’ve been daydreaming about going for long walks in my wellingtons with a couple dogs and perhaps a good man by my side.
The older I get, the less I want kids, I am much happier with fur babies than real children, but a part of me has a place in my heart for two little boys. I don’t know why, but it’s always been there. Part of the reason why I love Bekah’s blog at A Well Traveled Woman.
Bekah is a seamstress with two of the most beautiful sons I have ever seen who lives on a farm with goats and chickens. Her life appears to be exactly what I have always wanted for myself, but I know, none of us are without struggles and heartache.
I was never the little girl who grew up dreaming about her wedding day or getting married and having kids. For me, it was always about having a farm.
I guess I got distracted.
But now I’m back on the path of my dream. Spending 12 weeks on the guest farm in South Africa last year must’ve reawakened it because while I was there, all I wanted was for the farm to be my own. Now it’s my single desire. The last time I remember being the happiest I have ever been was when I volunteered on a farm in Australia.
My mood lifts higher the further away I get from buildings and people. The more green I can see around me, the more my heart sings.
I want to wake up with a job to do, animals to tend to, farm jobs to complete, produce to grow and harvest. I want my livelihood to be my work.
At the moment I am training to become an holistic health coach, I also have an interest in training as an equine assisted therapist. Equine assisted therapy is using horses to help people with problems to recover or improve.
My dream life would be to own my own guest farm, where people can come and stay to be rehabilitated through diet and therapy work with horses. I would grow and prepare the food they eat and help them to develop confidence and experience healing through the acceptance and trust horses give us.
What does your dream life look like?
[Most photos found on Tumblr, goats and two blonde boys from A Well Traveled Women, lady with horse from EAQ]