As I set down to type this blog for the 3rd time, I have decided to write about something completely different then what I started the 1st time. The Barn a place I grew up in, a place that I learned to love and hate at the same time. A place with memories, a place where tears were shed and laughter could be heard. A place where argument happened and best friends later. A place that had my childhood, my teenage years and now my adult years . My home, my family , my job but mostly my heart.
As I look back on the last year and a half I realize that my past life at the barn looks much like my life now. Sure we have had struggles but we made it through them. Sure we have been knocked down but we got back up. No things haven't been all sunshine and rainbows, but we survived. These struggles made us stronger and ready to leap the next hurtles. I guess you could say there is a herd in the Barn. Not a herd of cows but a herd of people that are now friends. A herd of vendors that give their all for their local business. People that lay it all down and fight for the small business. To these people , my friends I'm honored to have The Barn. To watch it grow into this amazing place where not only businesses grow but also friendships.