There’s no going back now. We’ve moved our family and 18 years of accumulated items on our .18 of an acre to live on our new one acre hobby farm. We’ve planted trees, built gardens, added animals to the farmstead, and accumulated more items to make the life we chose for ourselves–the life we believe God has blessed us with–possible. There’s no going back now.
There’s no “It’s ok, I’ll get it from the store,” anymore. Not that we won’t buy things from the store until we no longer need them, but we need to get to the place where we either no longer need them, or learn to make do without them. Oh, there will always be things we buy, but the goal is to try to produce as much here as we possibly can so we need less each year from the local grocery.
Farming has to work for us, or we moved for nothing. You see, the whole reason we saved and worked and prayed to get here was not because we grew out of our home, wanted to live in a quieter neighborhood, wanted more space to put our stuff, or any other reason except that we wanted to live a more self-sufficient lifestyle. My desire developed years ago when I began learning about prepping (and feeling like it’s probably something we should be doing). That desire culminated in 2011 after losing my mother to breast cancer. My desire became a dream.
I began voicing that dream to my husband, who had always had the desire to tend fruit trees and grow our own. We often spent evenings talking about all the things we would love to do, including buying a property and raising and breeding livestock, having large gardens and lots of fruit trees, producing much of our own food, and living out our twilight years doing all of these things. We did as much as we could on our .18 of an acre in the city seeking to simply be content where we were, when the doors flew open and we were able to move last October.
Now that we are here and are knee-deep in many of those “evening dreams” we used to talk about, there’s no going back. There are animals to raise, gardens to tend, seeds to plant, buildings to maintain, trees to feed, and fences to build. It’s a constant list of to-dos, and it’s really up to us to make it work.
I often call this property a “hobby farm” because it’s not really a money-making endevor (yet), but it’s really all but a hobby–it’s our life and we are hoping to grow it into our livelihood. There is no longer any excuse not to put in the hard work and study into this dream that I’ve carried into my heart for so long.
It’s a funny thing about dreams, though…once they come true and it’s time for the work, it takes a lot of discipline to actually live the dream. No matter–I have disciplined myself before and I can do it again.