And here I am again, changing up the content of this blog. Thankfully I am treating it as a living, organic thing and not trying to force fit my content into categories I pre-planned. I think that is alright. I decided early on, while talking with a good friend, I will write for myself - write to organize and explore my own mind and not to gain numbers or amass a following.
So here it is, the start of our journey on a little homestead. A real opportunity to get back-to-the-basics and focus on quality of life. I've already engulfed myself in chicken garden books and self-sustainability guides. I've been trolling Houzz and Pinterest to find just the right way to make each room our own, but appropriate to the history of the house.
It's a nerve-racking anxiousness that keeps me up each night this week. Like the day before going on vacation or a big party... Have we packed everything? Did we remember the sunscreen? What if someone has an allergic reaction to the shrimp? and then OH! But I'm just SO FREAKING EXCITED! It's the week before Christmas in our house, we've both been reduced to children anticipating opening gifts. We have two days to move and get out before closing on our current house. Which leaves a lot of packing, organizing, and fretting to fill the next 60 hours or so.
But ready or not, here we go. This is where it begins...