It seems so surreal. We came to Tennessee more than 4 months ago. We moved into an RV park and began our search for a home of our own. We are a Navy family, and we have lived all over the US and even Japan. We bought our first home in Washington state in 2005, but only lived in it for 4 years before being transferred overseas. Since then we have lived in military housing and rental homes. We were so ready to live in our own place again. We wanted to be able to have as many pets as we liked and not stress if something was damaged and have the freedom to do whatever we want to the house.
Dear hubby’s main request was to not live in a neighborhood- no HOA’s and a little space in between us and the neighbors. He wanted space to put in a shop. CB- my daughter, just wanted a room of her own again (she HATED living in the travel trailer) and wanted chickens. Me? I wanted a big front porch, a window over the kitchen sink, and an extra room for sewing and crafting (that I would share with CB).
After a long delay getting our house on the market in Washington (renters had to move out, Hubby had to fly out to paint and landscape the yard, we finally put our house on the market. We had offers the first day! From there we started looking in earnest at houses. We found this house online before our realtor even showed it to us. I can’t tell you how many times we drove by it before we had a chance to go in to see it. It just felt right, looking at it from the road.
After an excruciatingly long escrow, we closed on our little farmhouse. In that time we went from planning chicken coops to looking into getting a cow.
Fast forward one month. Here we are, house still not unpacked completely, many repairs and many renovations needing to be made, and we have added a dog, a cat, two bottle-fed calves and two pygmy goats to our “herd”. (We came to Tennessee with two dogs and a cat.) Life is crazy, exhausting and a little overwhelming. I have so many things to do (including starting a massage business), that I have trouble staying on task. Case in point- I started this blog 4 days ago and am just now getting around to writing an actual blog post!
Two days ago I walked to the backyard, which overlooks the barn and pasture. The calves and the goats were all outside enjoying the sunshine. It hit me then, the realization that this is OURS. We did this, we bought a mini-farm, or we started one- however you want to put it. Like I said in the first sentence of this blog post, its very surreal. Last year I was living in the suburbs in California. We had no yard and our neighbors were close enough to reach out and touch their house. Now we have a little farmhouse on two acres with a barn. And there’s the giant oak tree in the back pasture, must be over 100 years old. (I’m waiting for all the leaves to change color- it is going to look glorious).
Here in the country we feel at home. We face many challenges learning how to do this farm thing. I hope you’ll follow along as I chronicle our successes and failures. We have learned so much already. Now to find time to blog on a regular basis….