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Time. Fear. Planning.
Woman plans and God laughs.
But woman plans anyway.
Otherwise, woman losses her direction, her marbles.


In the next two months, I will have paid off my student loans.
(there might be a party with some adult beverages involved.)
With what used to go to the student loans going to the car, the CRV will be paid off by the time the leaves turn colors.

Then, let the savings begin.
As of July 2014, I will have accrued enough time to be fully vested in my pension here at the Four Letter Company.
At that point, I will have nearly two years of pretty serious saving on top of my mediocre savings.

And I want to get the heck out.
The more time I spend out west, the more dearly I want to return there. I can't go back to my folks. There are areas of NY that so remind me of home, but more gentle, more rolling. With like minded ag people. Where there are feed stores. And people understand when you have to take the day off because you have to put up hay before it rains.

Like with all plans, it has to stay fluid.
But right now, I think that is the target.
Little Brother will not want to live with me forever.
Mr B will not live forever (though he appears to be trying to prove me wrong.)

Someday. A little spread. Herefords.
Someday.