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Chapter 11 - 14

CH-ELEVEN-GREENDALE

After living with Fripp for so long, as well as have all of my equids stay at the boarding-stable that I worked at, it was finally time to move away to an actual home- not a temporary fix. Therefore, once I finished my research on homes for sale, and decided exactly where I wanted I and my equine-family to live, I bought us property that would suit us very well for the time. To which the property included a thirteen-stall stable with a hayloft, house, flat pasture, and solid outdoor riding arena; as well as other needed details like usual (such as a driveway or paddocks). And yeah, I know, it sounds quite basic. I mean, what more can I say about this property that I bought? But I actually do have more to say, considering I and my equids' new home of the time was located within my favorite area- my favorite season. You guessed it: Golden Hills Valley- the valley of autumn.

Just the thought of moving to the golden valley gave me an excited pulse! And soon, I and my equids were moving in and settling in nicely (after taking two trips to this new home, of course; my equine-transport of time could only hold eight equids at once- not to mention I needed room for all of my belongings). I could still remember the autumn-home as if I had bought it yesterday. The property had a slight, warm orange fog spread throughout it, the trees were bright in gold or red, and the air was crisp or coldly damp. My stable was painted a deep red, my home dark brown, and my property was always a source of happiness. It was quite large too, I suppose. I couldn't come to find any issues with it ever. I was consistently comfortable whether I was wandering within my house or taking a nap in my hayloft. I mean, why wouldn't I be happy or comfortable though? Hello! I was trapped within the vibes of autumn, snuggling in cozy sweaters, sipping on apple cider, and riding through forests of vibrant colors!

Everything was perfect at my property, really. It was what made me happy for the moment. Living out in the Northern area of the valley surrounded by red forests and clear streams of ice-cold water, with leaves of stunning colors flowing through it, is what made me come alive even more. It still does when I get the chance to visit the valley and gallop my mount through fields. Everything about Golden Hills Valley and my time living there created memories that I can only long to return to.

However, due to the fact that I moved I and my equine-family away to the land of autumn, I had to take the risk and quit working as co-manager of the boarding-stable I worked at with Fripp. Yes, I could have just started working online again for the management job. But I didn't want to be stuck inside my house for hours every day, like I had been at New Hillcrest. So it was best that I just quit, seeing that the job no longer paid me that well anyway or even fit my schedule. Which made Fripp upset for quite a while, because this meant we wouldn't be seeing each other as often anymore. And surely he had gotten used to me living with him at his house. Yet not to worry, the angel understood and I decided to put in the effort to have scheduled days where we would see each other.

Except, now that I had no job, I knew I needed to find one soon. I know, competing is obviously my career. However, the pay that advanced (and levels lower) riders get, isn't exactly a lot, due to not being a certified professional or adored expert. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't poor and in desperate need of a job (clearly- I mean, has anyone been keeping track of how many horses I've adopted and homes I moved into?). Yet, nearly all my income during this time went strictly towards my equids or bills. I didn't exactly have any money for me specifically, unless I was buying something that I needed in order to live. Like tampons or food, honestly. Or (occasionally) a new outfit. But realistically, I kept myself roped down when it came to money for quite a bit. I was still happy, obviously. Except, I knew I could work for a more free, balanced life that I could eventually earn, if I just worked hard enough. Yet regardless, I needed to work anyway and make money, whether I competed or not. Because hey, I had- and still have- and equine-family. As well as myself, obviously. And I clearly need food and a home to, you know, not die.