Torna-Hllestad; the farm of my dreams.
Sometimes you just come to a place that takes your breath away, a place that you could see yourself owning the rest of your life. A place that you could actually be happy in. Torna was a place like that for me, a beautiful small horse farm with a slightly morbid feel like something out of A Nightmare before Christmas. 10 acres of billowing land covered in pine trees and drooping willows with a paddock hidden among the trees and a beautiful white stone stable. The house was white and dark brown stone, there was a small little house right beside the main house that Andreas and I could have as our own. Our place wasnt even finished so everything, including kitchen and bathroom, would have been exactly the way we wanted it. I loved it, there where so many little details that where so right; there was even a race track on the next door farm. When I was at Blommerd and rode through their large summer pastures and saw the little purple flowers growing next to the gravel pit I thought to myself, when I have my own farm I am going to have little purple flowers like that. At Torna they covered the forest floor and where all over the pastures.
We looked at almost a year ago, made several offers where accepted at last and where only waiting to sell our apartment(my parents didnt want to buy it officially until we sold our place, just in case) when the real estate agent sold it without even telling us.
Its so hard because you finally see a way out of this limbo existence and it gets shattered. I know I am a whinny brat bitching about a fucking horse-farm but it meant a lot to me. And I know that we wont find a better place in our price-range, Torna was almost out of it. Everything else is going to feel like a second-hand choice now, I think maybe its better to invest in some form of business now and then maybe we can buy land and build something even better, instead of settling.
Sometimes you just come to a place that takes your breath away, a place that you could see yourself owning the rest of your life. A place that you could actually be happy in. Torna was a place like that for me, a beautiful small horse farm with a slightly morbid feel like something out of A Nightmare before Christmas. 10 acres of billowing land covered in pine trees and drooping willows with a paddock hidden among the trees and a beautiful white stone stable. The house was white and dark brown stone, there was a small little house right beside the main house that Andreas and I could have as our own. Our place wasnt even finished so everything, including kitchen and bathroom, would have been exactly the way we wanted it. I loved it, there where so many little details that where so right; there was even a race track on the next door farm. When I was at Blommerd and rode through their large summer pastures and saw the little purple flowers growing next to the gravel pit I thought to myself, when I have my own farm I am going to have little purple flowers like that. At Torna they covered the forest floor and where all over the pastures.
We looked at almost a year ago, made several offers where accepted at last and where only waiting to sell our apartment(my parents didnt want to buy it officially until we sold our place, just in case) when the real estate agent sold it without even telling us.
Its so hard because you finally see a way out of this limbo existence and it gets shattered. I know I am a whinny brat bitching about a fucking horse-farm but it meant a lot to me. And I know that we wont find a better place in our price-range, Torna was almost out of it. Everything else is going to feel like a second-hand choice now, I think maybe its better to invest in some form of business now and then maybe we can buy land and build something even better, instead of settling.