I'm not judging you! I want you to be happy. If chickens fulfill that, go for it.
If I lived ANYWHERE but where I live, I'd have a truckload of chickens rolling up my driveway. Loudspeaker playing something whacky....
Either the next house. Or next life.
Also, I stopped "making friends" once my kids hit the end of middle school. Try living at the beach. Fake hair, fake nails, fake tans, fake body parts (you know which ones).
Moving a lot of times was hard on everyone but the husband. He LOVES moving.
"New challenges. New adventures!" Is his motto.
I told him,"Next time? Guess what?"
NEW WIFE!
I'm still traumatized as you all can see....