Since I was about 24, I’ve wanted to live on a homestead. It’s been dream for nearly half my life, and one that’s been out of reach for most of it. I’ve tried to make my home a bit more “homestead-y” wherever I’ve lived, but I’ve never actually had much land to do anything with. Still, I was undeterred and tried to grow some of my own veggies and actually use the land a bit. But it never worked out because there wasn’t much to be done with a patch of grass.
That is likely changing soon.
We’ve made the decision to move from our cute little 98-year-old home on quarter of an acre in town. We moved in at the end of October 2015, and she’s been a good little house, but we are tired of so many things about living in town. We’re looking for a place with at least two acres, but my desire is to have 4-6. I grew up on nearly six acres, and I would love to get back to having that much space around me. (To be completely honest, I want a house tucked back into the woods. I’d like about a 1/2 to an acre of grassy area, and the rest should be tall, quiet evergreens.)
Tomorrow, we meet with our mortgage company to discuss pre-approval and next steps. We’ve narrowed our desired area to live, and I’m thrilled because it’s pretty darn remote. Sure, it’s still accessible and reasonably close to a decently large town (specifically, the town where I get the majority of my rheumatological care), but it’s a drive to get there.
The idea of selling this house and buying a new one is both daunting and thrilling. We have so much stuff, and I will want to get rid of some of (or a lot of) it. But to live somewhere devoid of noisy neighbors and traffic, and to not have houses so close to us? Nothing short of serene!
I’m a country girl who is ready to move to the wilderness! Stay tuned!