It's been a month and two days since I woke up to the horrible but not unexpected news that we'd been fired. Two weeks was not enough time to even come to terms with this, let alone organize what to do next, although we did try. But nobody has been willing to help us get out of this situation.
So, we are back on our empty block. I didn't think we'd ever be living like this again. I spent ten nights sleeping in the back of my car before upgrading to a canvas tent. And still, despite our best efforts to find somewhere else to live, there's no end in sight. It's approaching winter and it feels like it. The temperatures are struggling to reach double digits. I'm sleeping with five blankets on my bed. Our pet heifer, Goldie, is due to calve on June 14. When we bred her, we had no idea this would be our current situation. But we will do the best we can.
It's hard knowing that we have to start over, again. It feels like we lost everything, like we're starting from the beginning again. Six years ago, we were living in a tent and finances were stretched thin. And that's where we are now too. I feel so betrayed because we were led to believe this farm was the perfect place for us and that we'd be living and working there "forever." I wanted so badly for that to be true. But people can't be trusted.
We have worked so hard this past year and in the end, we have nothing to show for it.
