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Farm living is the life for me. Ahhh out of Malibu, and into the wild, wild West. What a change this all is. No longer can I grab my board and take off to the beach in the morning. Now it’s all about waking up at stupid o’ clock to feed the horses, and watching the coyotes run around in my backyard in the evenings. Seriously.
It has always been a dream of mine to get out of the city and have my own ranch. I used to live in Texas as a child with my own horses and now realize just how much work my parents really did to keep the place going. Now, with just me, myself, and I, the work never ends. It’s a never ending routine which assures me an early bedtime every night. I now go to bed sore from horseback riding, hauling wood or hay, weed-eating, installing solar lights, you name it, I can do it. I even bought my own chainsaw! Imagine replacing my foot spa with a chainsaw!!
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