The farmstead, homestead, farm...it has been calling to us. It has been calling to us for the last twenty-three years (the length of time that Alex and I have been together) and now we've done it. We've moved in. In bits and pieces, yes, but we've moved. We still have our Mermaid House, too. But our hearts, our energies, our minds and our passion are here at Bradstreet Farm, these days. It's time. No more going back and forth (unless it's to get the teens to their activities); we are settling in. Before, the week or two, the odd weekend, spent working at the farmhouse on projects, always left us feeling slightly bereft of our other family, our pets. And now, they too are finally here with us. It's been two weeks now, I've only just plugged in my computer, bits of routine have begun to establish, there's still constant work and we can't truly unpack yet, but we're here. As with any major change, the growing pains hurt, at times, yes. But we like it here. It's becoming home. We're making it home with each meal, with each slumber, with each stroke of paint, with each small corner warmed with love and attention, with each exploration of our surrounding community. We're here, the farmstead called, and we're here.