I’ve lived on the same property for almost 30 years. At the time, Sherry and I borrowed over our financial heads, but now we are blessed with a modest home on a great 10 acres attached to mountains that reach up toward Lake Tahoe.
The property was a lot like me when we first moved in. It offered little when it came to curb appeal. The land had a few dying trees, heaps of sagebrush, more foxtails than stars in the sky and a long, dusty driveway that served as a trail for bears and coyotes.
We worked the property every weekend, planting trees and seeding the sandy soil. We bought an old trailer and hauled sagebrush, weeds and stumps to the local dump. Looking back over the decades, I equate the transformation of our property to my own transformation. Personally, I was able to get rid of a lot of junk stored in my head and replace it with ambitious goals and pleasant thoughts.
Today, I am pleased with my space.