I have had an itching to move since the beginning of the year. I have been wanting more space, a yard, and some room for the five of us (Jake, Kobe, Hugo, Moxie, and I) to not be all up under each other. I must admit, Mom, you were right. Townhouse living with a dog is not ideal.
And thus, we began our house search.
I wanted this dream home to be a place we could stay for a very long while and I had 3 specifications: I wanted it to be close to town, have a relatively small amount of land/ yard, and to have a lot of natural sunlight. I only ended up getting 1/3 of those things, but we’ll get to that in a minute.
I was being way too picky on most of the houses, but fell in love with a house that met all of my criteria. It also happened to be home to 5 goats, a pig, and 29 chickens that the owners were selling with it.
No doubt about it, this was my dream home.
Well, 7 days into our 10 day inspection period, we found some issues with the home.
I offered to purchase the animals, but their owner told me someone else was interested.
Disappointed, I had to move on.
We found my actual dream home very shortly after, but it is not anything like what I expected, similarly to how most things in my life go.
Cue life motto: that *universe conspires to work with you quote*
Shortly after, I got an email from the owner offering to sell the animals.
And that’s the long and short version of how I fell into #myaccidentalfarmlife
We’re between homes right now, so I’m back and forth pretty frequently for both renovation stuff and farm chores, but it actually has been such a meditative process for me.
You can read about that more here:
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if you had told me at 6 years old i’d have a farm full of animals, i would’ve believed you. at 16? not so much when i was a kid we had horses, goats, pigs, sheep, tons of dogs and cats – and i was a tomboy who wore bows. but then i grew out of the tomboy and into the bows. HATED sweating. was definitely not a fan of getting dirty. now here i am, freshly 21, loving getting dirty. it has been so therapeutic to get outside, share love with so many sweet babies, and have so much responsibility. this has been such a meditative experience so far and really damn good for my anxiety. now, i’m not necessarily suggesting you get a farm to aid in your mental health – but i am telling you to get the hell outside. go volunteer at a nonprofit for rescue farm animals. go volunteer at the humane society. working with animals changes the game y’all. for us and for them. here i’m holding our first 2 eggs. grateful these mamas gave us some pretty ones – #myaccidentalfarmlife
Soooooooo now have a farm full, a house renovation in full swing, and a garden in the planning process.