47 days & a Horse

Published May 29, 2014 by Tasha

My heart is beating in my chest as I write this, or maybe its just stopped … I don’t know.
But the flood of emotions I feel is almost overwhelming.
Scared, anxious, excited, nervous, extremely happy, over-the-mood, butterflies …. I can hardly keep them contained.

There are only 47 days until I move to Darwin. 47. 
I have three pages, back and front, of things I need to do and organise before I leave. Landlords, car services, food, jobs, money, packing, planning, bills, saying my “see you laters”. I could go on and on, but what has really got me nervous/excited is my horse, something that has just happened only yesterday.

The original plan was to sell him. I didn’t want to but it was what is best for both of us. I need some time to grow up, explore the world, save, and while that can be done with a horse … Its just a lot less stressful for me if I don’t have him. It has been an agonising 3 months knowing that I’m moving and I can’t take him with me. Fielding phone calls and watching other people ride him. But there has always been something wrong, he’s too expensive, that want him but can’t afford a horse right now, they’ll buy him but want to leave him at my Coach’s place until the end of the year, things like that. Nothing has been right. So he is still in my hands.

With only 47 days left (roughly 4/5 weeks), it’s coming down to crunch time. The market for selling horses is nil here in Brisbane and I’m at loss at what to do.
So the only thing to do is to keep him, unless he sells in the next few weeks, and bring him to Darwin with me.
So not only do I have to budget and worry about myself, I also need to worry and budget for my horse. Who I love dearly and who has been my partner  and best friend for 7 years.

I am happy and excited to bring him with me, it will make me more at home, more at ease to have him there. But at the same time petrol, food, rent … LIVING in the Northern Territory  is way more expensive than Queensland. And I don’t know how I am going to afford it.

To say I am stressed is an understatement …. But it will be an adventure. One that I’ll never forget.

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