One of the first things I learned about my husband is that he's a farmer at heart. For years we've shared a dream of owning a nice little spread of land with enough acres to allow us a chance to become as self-sufficient as possible. My husband's dreams include a vegetable garden, herb garden, chickens, pigs, cows, ducks, turkeys and bees.
Okay, maybe "little spread" is an understatement. Truly, if he had is way, our farm would be in the 25-50 acre range. After all, what's the point of dreaming if you limit yourself, right?
So, we've been house and land hunting for the past month or so. So far, it's been an exercise in futility and frustration. We did actually find 22 acres of very nice land at a completely reasonable price. In fact, it was the first place we looked at. Unfortunately, the house left a lot to be desired. To make it even moderately liveable enough to move into, we'd have to immediately put in a water heater, completely re-wire the house so we could heat it (since it had no heat whatsoever), and remodel the bathroom. And that was just for starters. Even after the owner dropped the price we still had to say no. In warmer temperatures, it might've been a different story, but there's no way we could freeze ourselves while making home improvements, thank you very much.
Depressing to say the least.
The next place we looked at came with 15 acres. Still more than enough room to do all that we want. BUT...well, I guess some people would call it a house. I call it a shack from a nightmare I'd wake up screaming from. Believe me, there aren't adjectives enough to describe how disgusting the place was. I'll be haunted for the rest of my life by the image of whatever the alien lifeform was growing in the toilet. Remodel? Try bulldoze it, burn it and sow the ground with salt. Ew.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.
Since then, we've said a polite goodbye to the man that owned those properties and found ourselves an actual real estate agent. And I must say that the prospects have improved. She doesn't have anything with the size of acreage we'd like, but we're okay with that. Even if we don't have cows, ducks and bees, even three acres is enough for the gardens, chickens, maybe a pig or two and possibly a goat for milk.
Best of all, for me anyway, is the fact that we're now looking at houses that are actually ready to be lived in. In fact, we're looking at one tomorrow that, Lord willing, will be the one.
Because I'm not looking for the perfect house. I'm just hoping for the right place to call home.