I grew up in Holland.. for 22 years of my life. The first time I came to the US that was the thing I loved: FREEDOM! 22 years of being judged, told what to do, how to live my life.. all by folks who had no grounds to do so. My happy self moved across the pond, and fast. Never forget my older brother's words "But she'll get even fatter in the US". That about tells you all.
Nope, give me space and a community that likes to be left alone. People who have your back if you ask for it, but wont run the dang door down.
I've always grown up with my feet in the dirt, even though we lived mostly in suburbs... always bringing home critters I found, helping my mom grow fruits and veggies... roaming around in the woods or on nearby farms. Best times of my life involved getting dirtyI've got a barn heart, as they call it.![]()
Sadly, stuck right now, with a home that's not worth what I still owe. Making the best of it... Maybe one day I can move further out of town. Doesn't have to be too far, we're a fairly rural community. Got fellow BYC folks down the road, with horses and roosters!
They raise some great chickens in Holland.
Walt