Iíve been keen to write a journal for a while and now the opportunity has arouse, but before I get into that let me tell you a little about my horse and I.
My name is Brooke and Iíve just completed year 10 in Canberra, Australia. Iíve been riding horses for 11 years, almost 12 years. I own a 12 year old palomino mare named Abbi. Sheís a little thing, standing at only 14.2HH, not that youíd pick it with the size of her heart and how fast she can pump those little legs. Abbi and I have been together for 2 years now and we are very close, I must admit in the beginning we defiantly had our ups and downs but in the end thatís what has made us stronger and our bond greater.
Enough about the details of the past let me tell you about now and the future.
My end dream is to own a stud farm where Iíll breed, educate, and re-educate horses, but before I make my journey to obtaining that goal I have another goal; to become a jillaroo and work on a station in Australia, either working with cattle or sheep or both. (Of Course taking my baby girl along with me). Well now Iím a few steps closer to reaching that goal and Iím freaking out! In less than a week, on the first of February, my mum and I will be venturing 5 and half hours away from Canberra to an inland town by the name of Dubbo. There my mum will be dropping me off and Iíll be undertaking a jackaroo and jillaroo course and getting my certificates in agriculture.
Iíll be renting a room of lady who boards up to 5 people doing the same course as I am. The house is around 10kmís from the tafe. The lady seems lovely, she cooks all your meals and everything for you but Iím still very nervous! Itís such a big change, moving out of home for the first time.. leaving my family, friends, pets, boyfriend and thereís one other thing,, my horse. I havenít been able to find agistment for my horse in Dubbo so sheíll be staying at home with my mum until I can find agistment or I complete the course. Iím so sad! Not only am I leaving my boyfriend who I adore, but also my horse.
This has been what Iíve wanted for such a long time but now Iím second guessing it all. So I suppose this journal will hopefully be of assistance to me when Iím home sick and missing everyone. And one day who knows perhaps Iíll be sitting in the office of my stud farm reading back over my adventure with happiness, knowing where it all began.
Until next time,
Oh and HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY!