The Justin Smith Morrill Homestead...my new home away from home! This place is a little slice of heaven...I think I've almost figured out all of my dream jobs at this point and am well on my way to making a living doing the things I love. I adore dressing up and curating a Victorian Gothic mansion/museum, it's the most ME thing that I've done so far. Yesterday it rained, making this place dark, scary and full of spooky noises, but today, the sun shines brightly, gardeners putter on the flower beds, the brook is splashing along outside my windows and the ghosts have melted away. Earlier, in the cool morning air, I walked the grounds, raised the flags and unlocked the barns. I took the back path down to the ice house, so I could pass the waterfall and the millstone. The stone bridge was a bit slippery from moss and mist so I placed my buttoned boots carefully and kept my hand on the keys in my apron pocket. Lifting my skirts clear of damp ferns, I sniffed the herbs in the garden and felt beyond calm and healthy and content. I felt like I could finally slow down, take my time. Listen and look and appreciate. Every once in a while something falls into place that makes me know, despite the hardships and rush-around from job to job, and daily struggle to make ends meet, that I'm headed in the right direction. Right now, I'm just about perfectly happy. Life is good.
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