Ginny: Winter was coming fast now, so it was a last ditch attempt between Morrigan and I to scrape together enough money together from fishing, gardening, and our jobs to put down the deposit on the house we’d had our eye on.
Ginny: Whenever she wasn’t working, Morrigan was fishing. I really admired her dedication, but knowing that she was super driven with everything that she did, it shouldn’t have surprised me too much. I did have to wonder if I would’ve made it out of this patch of garden before my next birthday without her.
Ginny: We both had incredibly different reactions to the rain. Morrigan tolerated it, but considered it an annoyance and just wished we had more places to get undercover and out of it. I, on the other hand, thought it was great and spent the whole time jumping in puddles and getting as drenched as possible.
Ginny: Most of my garden was starting to die, now, which made me kind of sad. But at the same time, I was glad. I loved my garden and my tent and my little plot of land, but it was time to move on. It was time to grow up and move on with my life, and I was beyond ready for that.
Ginny: But, we still had a little ways to go before we could do that, so it was back to more fishing and working, until we’d saved up enough.
Ginny: Days got repetitive, and fast. But it was satisfying to watch our money fill up, and I enjoyed everything that I did and got to come home to the woman I loved each night.
Ginny: Work hours quickly became a problem, though, with me leaving for work just as Morrigan would arrive home. She claimed she didn’t mind, but I knew that it bothered her just as much it bothered me. But, she told me, it would all be worth it once we had a place of our own. I just hoped we’d be able to make it.
Ginny: Along with mismatched hours came mismatched sleeping schedules; Morrigan would head to bed but I’d still be awake, so I started putting time into late night fishing.
Ginny: All the jogging I’d been doing for work was starting to not be enough. It took too long to do anything that way, and I didn’t have the time to go out for a run that would be long enough.
Ginny: So for the sake of long term investment, we dipped into our savings and bought a treadmill. I felt a little bit guilty about having used a chunk of our savings, but Morrigan assured me that it was a good idea.
Ginny: Again, life just went on. I’m not sure what to say about this part of our life, because it just was. It was hard work, mostly. Lots of fishing and gardening, working hard, and working out. The only time Morrigan got to relax was when I was working out, and she would be reading books she’d picked up from work.
Ginny: Morrigan spent a lot of time fishing. I think she’d come to like it more than I did!
Ginny: She was starting to get really good at it, too.
Ginny: I was always so proud of her.
Ginny: It took what felt like forever, but at long, long last, we had saved enough. One more day spent on our lot, one last day to say goodbye to everything I’d built for myself, and then we could move on to something we’d built together.
And I couldn’t be more excited.
Ginny: Morrigan went to work like normal that morning. She’d suggested taking the day off, but something unbelievable had happened the day before! Morrigan had been promoted to CEO! It was her promotion bonus that got us over the threshold, but because of the promotion she couldn’t really take the next day off.
Ginny: I spent the last day with my garden, just like I’d done on my very first day here in Dragon Valley. Well, not quite, as I’m pretty sure my first day was me fishing and panicking, but whatever. It sounded more poetic this way.
I spent the day in my garden, harvesting the last crop my plants would ever produce, and wishing each and every one of them a farewell. I wouldn’t miss cold showers and sleeping on the floor, but I would miss the quiet and the solitude of my plot by the river.
Ginny: After Morrigan came home, we climbed into her limo (free courtesy of being a CEO!!) and sped off to the other side of town where our new house awaited us.