06/04/2026
It’s hard to believe that we’ve officially been on our new acreage for one week.
Seven days doesn’t sound like much, but when I look around, it feels like we’ve lived a month’s worth of moments already.
In the last week, we built a half-acre pasture and brought Gunner and Pumpkin home. Seeing them grazing outside my window still feels a little surreal. The hens have settled into their temporary quarters, and next week we'll welcome meat birds, turkeys, and more heritage layers. The garden is planted - not nearly as ambitious as I hope future gardens will be - but there’s something deeply satisfying about putting seeds into the ground and the fresh vegetables, canning jars, and a pantry stocked from our own efforts that will follow.
Inside the house, we've been busy making small changes to make it our own. Every project seems to uncover another piece of this home's story. We love its character, its history, and the feeling that we're becoming part of something that existed long before us.
The truth is, this move wasn't just about buying a property.
This past winter was hard on me.
The snow seemed endless, the cold lingered longer than usual, and somewhere along the way I found myself feeling disconnected. I knew I needed to make some changes. At the end of the day, we're all responsible for steering the direction of our own lives, and I realized it was time to make some bold decisions.
I changed my personal riding direction and that brought a renewed sense of purpose. It helped. But there was still a void I couldn't quite explain...
Then, after spending far too many evenings watching Clarkson's Farm (and laughing at the similarities and hardships I faced years prior), I couldn't ignore a feeling that kept resurfacing: I wanted to get back on the land sooner than I originally planned when I bought a home in town.
I’m fortunate to work in agriculture. My career allows me to spend time outdoors and be connected to an industry I genuinely love... But there’s a difference between working in agriculture and building a life around it. I missed the personal connection. I missed caring for animals before work and after dark. I missed growing things. I missed the responsibility, the rhythm, and the satisfaction that comes from being tied to a piece of land. Hell, I even missed the dark days of it all.
So I took a chance... I made the call to my mortgage broker just to see if it was even possible. What followed was stressful, nerve-wracking, exhausting, and more chaotic than I care to admit. There were moments of doubt, moments where the finish line felt impossibly far away, and moments where I wondered if I was completely out of my mind.
Sitting here now cuddling my horses just one week in, watching horses in the pasture, chickens scratching in the yard, seedlings emerging from the garden, dogs running amuck and a home slowly becoming ours, I know it was the right decision.
For the first time in a long time, my heart feels completely full.... Not because everything is finished - far from it. There are fences to build, projects to tackle, and plenty of mistakes ahead, but I can't wait to tackle them.
Sometimes the biggest changes begin with a quiet realization that you're meant to be somewhere else.. the harder part is having the courage to listen.
Here's to the first week of West Ridge Ranch, and to whatever comes next. 🤍🌾🐴🐔🏡