My first blog post into the great unknown.
It should probably be something inspiring and interesting. Like the back cover of a novel sitting among thousands of books. Something to catch the reader and make them want more. I’m not very good with words sadly. But I will try my best to write something worth reading for anyone who reads this.
I should probably start by explaining what is going on.
Last Monday, we were told by our landlord that they were selling the house sometime this summer. It’s a very long and complicated story with a landlord. He is in fact, our grandfather (not mines yet seeing as I’m not married into the family yet). And he has gotten this house from his mother. Well, not wanting to deal with the repairs need or deal with the money issues of having to slip it with his two sisters, he put it up for rent.
Needless to say, when we moved in seven years back, it was a nightmare. But we where told if we helped them fix up the place so they could sell it, they would pay us back. Never happened. So after seven years of a leaky roof, a forever clogged tub, illegal warring, molding walls and carpet, cracking plaster, rotting bathroom floor boards, two broken toilets, and several more thing I can’t think of at the moment, we now have to leave. We’ve tried to buy it from them several times, but no go.
God always seem to have a plan and know what we need though. Last years was first year gardening, first year we started to finally realize what was lost. A connection with nature. Ever since then, I’ve been talking with my mother-in-law to be about how nice it would be a to live on a farm. And here we find our selves with a need to move. A push to start anew. And to finally get what we always wanted.
Yes, I’ve longed for a farm, even dreamed of it. Ever since I first picked up a copy of The Self-Sufficient Life and How to Live It, I wanted that. And well, my mother-in-law to be couldn’t agree more. She grew up on a farm and loved (almost) every minute of it. We both agreed, we wanted a farm. Someplace small, like around 2 or 5 acres. Big enough for us to grow into but not so huge we would get over whelmed. Someplace where we could grow our own food free of chemicals and hormones. Someplace where we could be one with nature and live at peace with it. With no noise, no distractions. Just us, nature and God.
And so my journey now begins. What dose God have planed? I have no clue. He may give us a huge farm, or something small. He may move us all across state, or just down the street. Right now, so much is left up in the air I have no clue which way is up or down. But what I do know, God wants us to move. So move we shall.
We’re already packing like mad over here, just encase something “incredible” happens. Like someone selling their home them selves and willing to do a leasing option. Ha. That would be nice, but not likely.
Though I am sad I wont be able to garden this year. Got so many nice flowers I wanted to plant too. Oh well. Next year my wonderfully black soil. Next year.
