We gave A LOT to the next two generations in our family. They did to our offerings what they have done to every opportunity in their lives … threw it in the garbage.
After recovering from the kick in the teeth, we find ourselves choosing between our manufactured home in a gorgeous trailer park location on the Bitterroot River and ten acres with a full-sized, full-basement home, south-facing slope, year-round creek and many forward-thinking neighbors.
No contest.
The first week after their abrupt, rude, inconsiderate departure was the black cloud.
The month of August was cleaning up a mess left by typical tenants.
(I still never want to be a landlord … and particularly as I am reminded of what the next generation is made of).
We are moving into the silver lining phase.
What an awesome homestead we are moving into.
Lucky us.