I got to thinking and when I get to thinking now and again a blog post happens. This life really is, “The Adventure That Lasts”.
Sometimes when I write this blog I wonder if people think we live some grand old gee-golly country life down an old dirt road on 100 acres with a hand pump for water and gas lanterns for light for regular not-just-power-outages use. Maybe you don’t think that at all and I’m way off which is entirely possible. We definitely live a country lifestyle, and we really do live amongst a small farming family but I mean, I go to the city for my day job—and I enjoy what it has to offer. I just don’t write much about the city very much ever because it’s not who I am at heart, and this blog is all about heart.
When I come home, the world is taken off my shoulders and I can breath. We personally own a little over an acre, but are surrounded by over 100 acres of woods and farmland that we have free access to use as we please as long as we respect it. We might as well be related in blood to our neighbors so it certainly feels like it’s ours somehow. I think there’s just this understanding that if we all pitch in to take care of the land, the animals, respect the abundant wildlife, and each other it all works out, and you know what, it does. It’s pretty simple around here.
I sort of have the perfect balance where I live. If I need things I’m not too far out, but I’m just far enough out that I won’t go to the grocery store on the weekend if I don’t have to. Maine’s pretty unique like that though; you can be in the city by the ocean and an hour later be in the middle of nowhere farmland, or in the mountains with crisp cool swimming holes. Despite being near some towns most people would know, I say my town name and people screw their faces all up and have no idea where I’m talking about. I’m more surprised when people do know. Let alone meet someone from my town. This town is a gem of country and “back in time” living in a lot of ways so there’s always this sort of inherent understanding of each other when we meet. It’s like the other person just gets it. Oh, and if you go too fast on our road you will bust your suspension. Not that I would know that or anything. Andy might though, he’s had to replace a few parts…on my car.
We’re just two twenty somethings living life in our little piece of countryside, and amongst the bigger countryside around us, and enjoying ourselves, even when homesteading gets tough—like haying in July with a migrane, or preserving the garden by standing over a vat of hot vinegar in the middle of August. Truth be told, I wouldn’t change it for anything.
So I guess I just want you to know that yes, we live a homesteadish life style and we live where is legally deemed rural, but I won’t pretend we’re plowing our soil with oxen and churning our own butter. Unless we do those things someday; and I honestly wouldn’t put it past us. I would consider the life we live idyllic for us and maybe that’s why you guys like reading, because of how much I just love our life. Or maybe it’s because I fight with our garden tiller Troy and honestly write about it pissing me off, who knows. I just know we deal with similar stuff to you guys like day jobs and commutes and budgeting and cooking dinner and dirty laundry and the excitement of your first house and making it your own. We just have huge agricultural based dreams and maybe that’s rare for twenty something year olds. I’m not sure. I just know who we are, are people who might have something small but the dreams and plans are already as big as the moon.
I know I’ve said some of this in various posts, but here it is all in one. So boom, there ya go.