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Starting over for a 3rd time.
Lost everything I had due to situations, involving my grown children & husband. This time I’m needing to relocate just to get distance between us.
My husband isn’t a nice person, especially when drunk.
My children understand that I want to move to the countryside, but believe that I’m better off in the city, because I have never learned to drive.
I am in my early 50s, still having hope for my dreams from childhood to become reality. I don’t have very much preps, also never got the chance to learn skills by doing, which is how I learn best.
I have memories of my brother taking me hunting, cleaning what we caught, showing me how to build a simple shelter, all on our Papaw’s farm in Flaherty, KY. My Dad put me, at the age of 13, in charge of the wood stove while he was at work. He had me & my sisters handle the wood after he chopped it. Dad taught me (although I’m quite rusty now) how to start & maintain the fire. Those, memories were my realities back then.
My fire inside are still burning for the life I’ve been dreaming of.