Why is it that moving barns feels like such a monumental life altering decision? I’ve been pretty happy where I’ve been, it’s been nearly two years there now. But a recent policy change at the barn makes it not the right fit for us anymore. The place where we are heading doesn’t have a stall for me yet. They will at the end of the summer, possibly sooner. I’ve given my 30 day notice, so I will be doing the equine equivalent of crashing on a friend’s couch. I’ll be staying at my friend’s backyard barn, and possibly her neighbor’s barn when they finish their fencing until a stall is available. Where we are ultimately heading is a dressage barn. It’s the path I’ve been working toward, as I’d really like to earn my Bronze, and knew it would happen eventually, but it feels so monumental when “someday” suddenly becomes “now”.
It feels really weird to be heading somewhere where I won’t have jumps set up, yet the amount I actually jump anymore is so little. I’ve been at an eventing barn, and while I used to love jumpers, I never loved cross country, and I’m finding my heart just isn’t in it anymore. I lay in bed fantasizing about flying changes and half pass now, no longer about soaring over jumps, and the perfect takeoff and landing.
Thanks for letting me ramble. I don’t really have a point, other than wondering if others go through the same crazy range of emotions when moving their horse. Thanks for listening