Farmer dreams

I'm sure everyone, at some point or another, dreams about moving out to the country, planting some crops, milking some cows, and calling themselves a farmer. That dream feels even more real here, in a land where anyone really can move up north or down south, buys some goats, and make a living selling cheese. There are so many versions of this dream my husband and I have had. We toy with the idea of moving to the Negev where he can be a nurse at Saroka and the kids and I can run the dairy. We think about moving to the Jerusalem 'burbs, building a house in the West Bank with a garden large enough to sustain our family and where he can work at Psagot long enough to learn everything he needs to know to start his own winery. We play around with the idea of living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in southern Oregon where we can grow crops, raise chickens, and I can get back into making art.

So why do we not pursue any of these dreams? Are we just too lazy? Maybe, but I don't think so. It's hard to be lazy when you have twin toddlers.

I'm sure we can always claim there is one good excuse or another, and right now is no exception. My husband is in his final year of nursing school, after which he will have a degree good for a job pretty much anywhere he darn well pleases, which only works in favor of our many dreams, as long as we wait till he's done. Then there is a possibility another one of my lifelong dreams may become a reality (more on that in the future, so please be patient). Assuming it doesn't, there really isn't anything holding us back from any of the above-mentioned scenarios. It's all rather exciting, really. Who knows what the future will hold for us?