Once again I have been unforgivably absent on this blog, and there’s no one to blame but myself. Blogging hasn’t been a priority in my life, but with the New Year comes new goals (insert eye roll at the cheesiness) and I’d like to really try to make The Gypsy Habit a place to share the crazy things that happen in my life.
Unfortunately, the Greenbean moved to a new barn, and I’m no longer working with her. However, after a late night brainstorm with The Best Friend and her family, who are always conspiring to keep me riding, we came up with a new solution. Our farrier’s little niece had a very naughty Haflinger almost-pony who would benefit from being ridden by an adult, and fast forward several months involving tears, sore muscles and some of the most dressage-y fantastic riding I have ever done, the partnership between Gibbs and I was born.
Our story is still evolving, but there will be more about him in the future. I’m sure by now you’re wondering what migration has to do with all this. After the New Year, it became clear that to do my job to the best of my ability I would need to do a Southern migration yet again. That’s right, folks: we are Wellington-bound again this year! As my third season begins, this year my goal is to enjoy the familiarity of it and take advantage of all the equestrian activities on the menu.
I depart Oregon for the Sunshine State Monday night, which is always a fraught time for me. I am a terrible flyer, so my decision to fly at night is strategic. My hope is that my natural body clock will allow me to sleep most of the flight with the aid of my normal in-flight sleep medication. I’ll keep y’all up to date on my journey as it unfolds, so here’s hoping it’s a smooth one!