You know how it is when the things in life you are struggling with suddenly come together almost like magic? For example, you have been battling the right lead canter for what feels like years, trying every trick in the book and the day you finally give up the dang horse just hands it to you.
I was licking my wounds and kicking myself with doubt about this whole relocation thing. Finding a new barn was so much harder than I ever imagined. I was unsure if I was too picky; my requirements were too high or what. I appreciate all the support I received, that helped a lot, Thank you everyone.
I had been away from my mare a month and I was getting pretty miserable. I had reached the point of over analyzing everything. I started to convince myself that of all the things I disliked about living way up in Northern Michigan some of the best things were right there in my backyard = my barn. Which is true but is that really enough to keep me living there? The company I was working for is closing within the next year. There are no jobs in this area and I’m over 50, so finding something in a year down the road could be scary hard, maybe impossible. The new job is amazing! Hard but fun, challenging and full of some really nice people.
The evening of my 30th day on the new job, I lined up six barns to visit. A pretty aggressive schedule but like Christmas shopping I had to get it done, (OK! Christmas shopping requires alcohol.)
Barn one – Stalls are small and dark. There is a 200 yard outside hike to the indoor arena, not going to be pleasant in the dead of winter.
Barn two – 85 stalls but only one opening. The arena had at least 10 riders and three trainers all doing lessons at the same time; pretty crowded for us.
Barn three – the farthest barn from work. Before getting there, this was the barn I felt would be least likely a match for us. But as soon as I set foot out of my truck, I felt at home. It was odd.
I was greeted by a rider tacking his horse out of his trailer, who directed me to the office. I was greeted by the barn manager and the tour began. It took a total of ten minutes and I was standing in the middle of my mare’s new stall, thinking “This is going to be home”. The stall is big, clean and has skylight giving some wonderful natural lighting.
The barn is big, not 85 stalls big, but much bigger than where we come from. They have three on-site trainers and host clinics several times a month. There is a wide variety of disciplines including a gentleman that competes nationally in mounted shooting. They get together often to do fun stuff, trail rides, BBQ, games and more.
I called the other barns, canceled my appointments and I went home to make arrangements to get my mare brought to me. The new barn manager offered to go get her for me but it all came together in the blink of an eye. I was able to catch a ride and fill a trailer that was coming through from Wisconsin costing me less that if I drove up and got her myself.
On Saturday my husband brought my trailer filled with my tack down and by 5 pm Sunday, my mare’s fat dirty behind rolled of the trailer. She looked at me like I was dirt and quickly made herself at home grazing on the front lawn.
I will admit, Monday, our first evening at this barn was intimidating. It was packed, the arena had four to six riders in it at all times and the mounted shooter was taking up the entire outdoor for his practice, but everyone was so nice, they went out of their way to introduced themselves to me.
It’s going to take some getting used to. This morning a fellow HJU blogger and sock sister posted on Facebook “If you want to change, you have to be willing to be uncomfortable. “ After weeks of struggling with this relocation I’m sure it won’t be long before we are comfortable.
Now on to find a home for the people.
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