Now you may ask, why? What does it mean?
I'm moving to Alberta in January if everything goes to plan. From the months of January to December I'm learning a trade. I'm learning (and going to be working) to become a farrier. University just wasn't for me. I could tell. I had a feeling that I'd be cooped up into the late hours of the night writing essays about the geological changes of the earth in the past forty years. What good will that do me? I don't want to be a geologist. And I especially don't want to be a teacher. I think I want to work with horses for the rest of my life.
I know the majority of you have no idea what a farrier does, and that's alright. A short definition follows:
Farrier: Works closely with horses; creates horse shoes, deals with feet and leg problems.
I can't believe I didn't see it before. Horses are never going to leave my life, nor would I turn my back on them. I remember falling in love with the gentle giants as soon as my eyes fell upon them. It's going to be a new way of life, that's for sure. I'm going to be away from home for a year and frankly, it's a scary thought. That's all for now. More information may follow...