{"id":25,"date":"2013-08-08T03:14:09","date_gmt":"2013-08-08T03:14:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/?page_id=25"},"modified":"2013-08-08T03:14:09","modified_gmt":"2013-08-08T03:14:09","slug":"welcome","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/?page_id=25","title":{"rendered":"Welcome"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_27\" style=\"width: 248px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/mehiking.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-27\" class=\"wp-image-27  \" title=\"In The White Mountains of New Hampshire\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/mehiking-692x1024.jpg\" width=\"238\" height=\"350\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-27\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Doing What I Love<\/p><\/div>\n<p>The summer I was nineteen years old, I looked ahead of me and saw another frustrating year doing something I wasn\u2019t particularly good at. Without exactly knowing what I was doing, I sent off an e-mail to my employer, visited a few outdoor stores, and bought a train ticket to the Appalachian Trail. I didn\u2019t care if I was being \u201cfoolish.\u201d I had to take responsibility for my own happiness.<\/p>\n<p>While hiking, I met more than a few people enthralled simply by the romantic notion of hiking the trail. \u201cThis will be the adventure of a lifetime,\u201d one day hiker I ran into raved. I was appalled. Two decades under my belt and that\u2019s it, the adventure of a lifetime was done? No way. Not for me. I decided, on the spot, that this wasn\u2019t the adventure of a lifetime. It was just the start of a lifetime of adventure.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_28\" style=\"width: 408px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/canoetwo.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-28\" class=\"wp-image-28   \" alt=\"canoetwo\" src=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/canoetwo.jpg\" width=\"398\" height=\"299\" srcset=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/canoetwo.jpg 960w, http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/canoetwo-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 398px) 100vw, 398px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-28\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Two In a Canoe- On this Adventure Together<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I was more right than I knew, because during my hike I met my future husband. Together we hiked and bicycled in Europe, built our own house made of cob, adopted our sweet puppy, and supported each other in our first years as teachers. Now we\u2019re about to start our journey as parents together.<\/p>\n<p>All this while\u2014almost another decade\u2014I\u2019ve been inspired by people who have had the guts to share their own adventures, both in books and online. I\u2019ve always meant to add to the discussion by sharing my story too\u2014but I didn\u2019t. I\u2019ve kept waiting for my life to be a little less messy, my house to be a little more done, my teaching life to be a little less busy, and my message to be a little more polished. But you know what? That\u2019s just not going to happen, and I don\u2019t want it to. I\u2019m always doing; that\u2019s how I learn and grow (and how my life stays messy).<\/p>\n<p>Welcome, and enjoy the ride.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_26\" style=\"width: 391px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/puppyface.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-26\" class=\" wp-image-26  \" alt=\"Do You Know What You're In For?\" src=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/puppyface-1024x768.jpg\" width=\"381\" height=\"285\" srcset=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/puppyface-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/puppyface-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 381px) 100vw, 381px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-26\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Do You Know What You&#8217;re In For?<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The summer I was nineteen years old, I looked ahead of me and saw another frustrating year doing something I &hellip;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/?page_id=25\">Continue reading &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-25","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=25"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36,"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/25\/revisions\/36"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/melissa.hiddenmoonfarm.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=25"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}