The last time we talked about this, I was bemoaning the fact that an entire month had passed and we hadn’t sold our house yet, which meant that we couldn’t start the farmhouse renovation. Part of me thought that perhaps by putting it out there in the interwebs, I could challenge the universe to prove me wrong.
We got an offer just a few days after my post, which we accepted! Closing is set for Halloween, fingers crossed and knock on wood. Honestly, knowing that the universe works in mysterious (and sometimes contradictory) ways, I almost don’t want to publish this. But so far everything has been going smoothly, so I suppose I’ll take the risk.
We were so excited to get and accept an offer, but almost immediately the excitement was tempered by the question, “where are we going to live?”
There was the ubiquitous camper plan, which I was not really fond of.
There was a well-received, but short-lived notion to go ahead and build a barn (since we needed one anyway) and live in a small apartment in the loft.
There were a couple rentals in town that we almost looked in to, but they cost $2000 per month and didn’t allow pets, so we and our menagerie were out of luck.
And then there was a very short-lived idea of converting and expanding an existing chicken coop into a tiny home (we were getting very desperate!).
Finally, my cousin came to the rescue. She and her husband have a house that they will rent to us! It will be warm and dry and, best of all, there will be room for all of us – chickens and feral rabbits included.
I feel so very thankful to have such wonderful people in my life, people who see our crazy dreams and help us to make them happen. This whole adventure of ours is finally getting lift-off, and it’s basically thanks to other people. It’s humbling and empowering at the same time. It’s why we’re doing this. To be more connected and, more importantly, to realize our connections: to the earth we live on and cultivate, to the animals we raise and eat, and to the people we depend on. Our families, our friends and our communities. Without whom, we might be living in an old chicken coop.