Transitions are the hardest,

especially when it involves leaving such dear people, people you may never see again, and a living situation that was so awesome. This is not about the job or working conditions. This is about life in the barn and worker kitchen, where 8-10 people learned to live together while working on a farm. We cooked & cleaned for each other, drank together, played music, looked at wedding dresses, talked smack about our bosses, learned from each other... we formed our own little living, breathing community.


And now it's gone, never to be had again. And OH we are blessed for having lived it. Gratitude doesn't begin to sum it up. Praise God.