At work we were talking about our dreams. Some wanted to live extravagantly, some wanted to travel. Here's how the conversation went when I was asked to share my dreams.
Me: I want a farm
Zar: like serious or just...
Me: I'm saving for land and in two years I'm going out west to apprentice.
Maj: Go on and tell her how you don't wanna make any profit.
Me: Come on now that's not what I said. I said I don't need to make billions of dollars. What I would like to do is have a farm that's self sustaining and a nice buffer amount in the bank for when things go wrong and I'd like to donate any extra to homeless shelters and food banks because there's no reason for anyone to be hungry.
Zar: What kind of farm? like, for animals?
Me: Cows chickens, fruits, veggies, nuts, a little bit of everything really.
Zar: Well that make sense. You're a farm girl right?
Me: Everyone says that but I was born in Toronto. I didn't grow up on a farm.
Maj: Well you just exude Farm-Girl, doesn't she? Like you were born for it.
I don't know if it was a compliment but I'll take it. :)
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