Day 0

So my time as a farmer starts, truly, before I was a farmer. I was working for a major corporation-and trust me, that was not the life for me. Sitting bored at a desk…hours creeping by…meaningless work that didn’t help anyone…I hated it.

One day while at work I was daydreaming about the past-my time with my beloved grandfather and how much he meant to me. I opened my desk and there was the letter he gave me. I opened it, and he told me about how much his farm meant to him, and that he had left the farm to me.

I made the decision-quit my job and go live on the farm. I collected my savings, and set off. I was met by someone whose name I didn’t quite catch and the mayor, which seemed odd. Regardless, it was a nice welcome, and I proceeded inside to get some sleep.

Day 1: A Farmers Life…not for me?

I woke up in the farm and walked outside. It is an absolute mess in my yard. Grandpa left me a disaster. Guess I’ll clean it up.

After spending some time trying to figure out how to switch tools I got to a pickaxe and decided to break up some of the rocks in the garden…if you can call it a garden. I worked for hours, and started getting very tired. My energy was low. I was so getting worn down.

My pickaxe sure wasn’t tired, however. I guess no durability on that old thing. I decided I should switch tools and stop with the rocks for now. So I decided it was time to attempt to remove some grass and weeds since I was tired of breaking rocks.

And….I passed out.