Wanted: Farm for Sale. The wind is howling. It’s January and the colour of the sky hasn’t changed since dawn.But it can’t stop my excitement.”Can’t stop the feeling!”
This. Is. Our. Year.
We’re in the final, final stages of a four-year plan that stretched to five. We went from folks who lived in-town with contraband chickens hidden in our garage to homesteaders on a rental farm. We’ve studied, we’ve got new careers, we’ve saved, we’re still saving (and driving rust bucket POS vehicles to prove it)….
We’re buying a farm. I don’t know when… but it’s coming.
I can’t tell you the FEELING this brings me. To know that I am no longer looking down the long barrel of 4,3,2… more years. But, that THIS year I get to farm shop for, God willing, our “forever farm”. My biggest, baby boy is going to be 12 this year. This Momma wants him to be HOME.
I am still beyond grateful for this farm. This “Half-Way Farm” as we named it. Remember this photo?
These little 1400 square feet now have TWO more family members than when we signed the lease. I’m burned out on fighting the hundreds of walnut trees that poison my garden, I’m SICK, SICK, SICK of my landlord who comes by all the time in the summer to tinker in his pull barn and mow the lawn. (Don’t get me wrong, he’s a gem. But if I wanna pull weeds in my bathing suit….it gets a little awkward when I look up and he’s pulling down the driveway). And, I’m ADDICTED to pigs now that we’ve raised them, but the ONE DAY his wife came with him, sure enough, they escaped.
That was uncomfortable.
Little did we know, pigs were the “one animal” she didn’t want us to have. Whoopsie!
I’m tired of a linen closet that’s 24 by 24 inches and rusty pipes that make my bathwater orange.
I love the porches and the greenhouse and the little windows that swing out over my sink, but that does not a dream farm make. It’s time.
Enter: The fear.
Where is it? What does it look like? How much is it? Can we do this?
I’m a planner. A über planner. I dream I scheme, I make lists, set goals… It’s how I get things done. Yo. But where – oh, where are we going to live? Our plan is Door County but I’m encountering some problems as I scour Realtor.com.
- Outbuildings are my love language. I want barns, sheds, coops, pig houses, cottages and lots of them. The more the merrier. And stone. Foundations… fences… paths. Lots of stone, please.
- I DON’T want to pay the mark up for someone’s “Home Depot special”. And by that I mean, I’m glad they’re proud of their shiny, oak wood cabinets and horrid new bathroom vanities but I’m going to just end up yanking all that out and putting it on Craigslist. I don’t even WANT kitchen cabinets for goodness sake. I’ll be fine with some butcher blocks, a workbench and open shelving. And bathroom sinks? Can you say giant copper pots with wall mounted faucets?
- I need indoor space. Just a wee bit more if you please. We have no basement, no den, no proper office (I mean, we’ve got a very successful home based biz these days. Sometimes with six kids, you need to be able to close a door and make a phone call). It will be amazing to have a bit more room.
- I’d like to live close to town. In my dreams, I’d like to be able to go for a long morning run, jump in the lake and run back home. I don’t reallllllllly want to be smack dab in the middle of the peninsula. I do like me a bit of sparkly nightlife. I am Parisienne Farmgirl after all. Sister Bay and Fish Creek are awfully charming on a summer’s eve.
Sadly – we found our DREAM FARM last fall, right before the holidays, but it was simply too soon. Despite its absolute perfection weren’t ready. I heard it “closed” last week. I cried that night.
I’m praying for the perfect space for our family. One where I can go NUTS creatively, cause let me tell you, for a creative soul like mine…. it’s been a looooooonnnng five years. I’m blessed to have been able to do what I did to this rental, but it wasn’t enough. I can’t wait to get nuts. I’ve tried to steer clear of Pinterest the last couple years, simply to guard my heart against discontent. But watch out. I’m ready to burn it up, girlfriend!!!! (Feel free to follow my board “2017 Moving Year”)
Did I mention, I can’t wait to go nuts?
I can’t believe how far we’ve come. From wondering how we were going to make ends meet to actually making a list of what we WANT on a farm? Who does that? It still feels so foreign. Luxurious.
So – this is it! It’s our year. I’ve got decisions to make about how much to garden? How much effort should I put in? I typically go for broke with seeds started, mulching, hauling manure…. when do I decide, “No. I’m just going to rest, buy some colourful annuals to enjoy and pack boxes.”? When do we begin to “put things back to lamo” as requested by the landlord? We rented the dumpster last fall and purged the barns and property. It was embarrassing the amount of crap we got rid of and I got rid of 6 bags from the kid’s rooms the day after Christmas. Yikes, I’m purging my closet, cupboards!
I’m totally ready for my next chapter of life!
I’m simply so excited to go I can’t put it into words, lest I sound ungrateful for our charming little Half-Way Farm. Not to mention the DEAR friends I have in the area. Yea, I cry about that. A lot.
But, I’m ready to go big. And go home.
I can’t wait to share this with you.