Your three words today are:
TRIGGER
DRINK
LIP

Here I am. Sitting at the antique desk that was left inside the house. The house that was left to me by my aunt. I bit my lip as I peered out at the farmland that would soon need to be tended. Who would I choose? The trustworthy family-owned business. It seemed like the best choice for me. Farm life was going to be my permanent life from here on out. Farm life is how I wanted my life to be anyway. I thought about my current situation. After a few seconds I snapped my thoughts back to reality. Then I got up from the desk chair. I walked to the kitchen to fix me a snack and pour me a drink. Pepsi was my drink of choice. A Pepsi with a glass full of ice. Once I was satisfied with the amount of cheese and crackers, I decided my snack would fill me for now. Then I decided to walk out to the porch. I found the old rocking chair my aunt would use to admire the livestock along with the acres of farmland. I noticed the old rake I used to clean out the horse stalls. The rake was laying on the side of the barn. This would trigger my thoughts to so many memories of farm life. When I was younger, I had dreams of leaving my small hometown. These thoughts brought me back to the place I was in New York. My psychiatrist practice. The next few chapters will retell my story.

I had established my own office (business) during my early thirties, right after I graduated from William and Mary. A university in the heart of Williamsburg Virginia. I had just finished a day’s work with my patients. Luckily, my house wasn’t too far from work, in fact my apartment was in the same complex as my office. This made it easy to slip into my pj’s. I eat supper and then settle down on the couch to watch a movie. Then, my lawyer, who was also my aunt’s lawyer, informed me of my aunt’s passing. He also informed me that I was her beneficiary of any physical assets that she owned. Which meant her family farm.

To be continued….

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜