I am having trouble calming my mind so I can fall asleep. I guess this is a good thing. I am already getting use to the 9 hour time change. On the one hand I’m thinking what’s the big deal. I’m just going home. I’ve traveled over the “big pond” a dozen times. I’m not afraid to fly. But it is a big deal. It is 14 hours home and 20 hours back. And I can not change that. I can not be here to help Juergen. I can not be here to take care of my kids. They will be 100% out of reach. That makes me feel really nervous. And then there is this awful sadness I feel. I am so happy to go home. My sister Shelley says I’m home sick. She is right I am. I always am. But its so bitter sweet going home because the time is so short. I have days, 10 days. And as much as I look forward to being there I already morn the goodbye. Only God knows when I will be able to go again. It is sometimes awful to live in such a big world, so divided from all those you know and love. The only way I can handle it is to focus. When I’m there I will be there. I will have to trust Juergen can manage everything …and he can. And I will just focus on every precious and wonderful minute I am with my family. I will not take them for granted…I can not. And when I have to say goodbye…I will cry. I’ll cry and then I’ll think about Juergen and the kids and I’ll be ok. I don’t know when I’ll be back again, but God is good and He will make a way.
Why not start with an IBC and cut a hole for the door? You could build closed laying boxes into it, and something for the chickens to roost on. Put some straw or saw dust on the floor. You could add vents to the side for air. If it sat inside a chicken run that you can walk into, the chickens could be safe, dry and happy. I have an extra IBC. Maybe this could be my chicken house? I bet I could even plant the outside of it with mud and grass for extra insulation and good looks.
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