Finding Georgia

t, the thought of interacting with another human being, let alone convincing them to hire me, felt in

chievous goats, and the earthy scent of freshly tilled soil. For a moment, I forgot the weight pressing d

ry for rescued animals and a haven for organic produce. He spoke with such passion, such love for the

rgia," Mr. Higgs said, his voice lace

magine, a life filled with sunshine and fresh air and the comforting rhythm

the miles ticking by, my mind too consumed with a mixture of t

ngs and the frenetic energy of the city. In their place, a tapestry of vibrant greens an

ed. It carried the sweet scent of wildflowers and freshly cut hay, a symphony

paround porch, adorned with blooming wisteria, beckoned me closer. As I stepped out of the car, the su

start familiarizing myself with the farm. It felt strange, being entrusted with this pl

thers a kaleidoscope of colors. A pair of playful goats, their bells tinkling merrily, c

hes, their intoxicating scent filling the air. Rows of vegetables, bursting with li

. The rhythmic chirping of crickets, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze, t

t wasn't the absence of pain, but something else entirely. A quiet strength, a glimmer of h

hing the sky erupt in a blaze of orange and pink. Tears welled up in my eyes, but this time, they we

ower. In their place, a tiny seed of hope had been planted, nurtured by the warmth