This will keep family and friends updated on my move to Angels’ Roost Farm and will share ideas and resources with others interested in Frugal Living, Simplicity and Deliberate Lifestyles.
In the last year, I made substantial changes in my life — I quit my “real” job and started contracting from home, I divorced, sold the house in town, bought my property, took a deep breath and decided to start living my dreams — even if it meant doing it solo. Not that three kids will let you be solo for long, but I mean solo as in the lack of “live-in” adult company. Once I took the plunge and started making decisions, life starting opening up to me. It’s amazing. Truly.
The farm is 25 wooded acres in Southern Kentucky and is absolutely beautiful in its rugged character and star-lit nights. The children love it here almost as much as I do. I had never imagined that it would be such hard work to make this move, nor that it would be so rewarding.
In the first three months I managed to get my little trailer fully functional — up to modern standards. I have a cottage water system that works perfectly (knock on wood) and a well that has yet to go dry. I also have a father still willing to talk to me after the ordeal of getting the water system “in.” I have electric service, phone service (finally), Internet access, a working fuel-oil furnace and the other perks and conveniences.
This should keep us (mostly) warm and (mostly) dry until I can begin building the cabin. The cabin is going to be quite a project, and will hopefully be at the very least passive solar if not active solar in design. It will use wood-heat in the winter and will minimize the need for mechanical cooling in the summer and other energy-hungry appliances. My dream would be to get off-grid completely – a dream that just might happen!
I had hoped to begin construction of the cabin in the spring, but after all the work that went into just getting the trailer set-up and working, I’ve decided to pursue other things this spring, and begin building NEXT spring. This spring, I’ll be hatching chickens, raising a garden, composting, buying a milk goat and starting an orchard. I also need to build a storage building for all the tools needed for this “simple” country lifestyle.
Although most of my friends think I’m nuts for my decisions to become a “country mouse” and flee the city, these same friends love to come down to the farm and just sit and “be”. With no ambient light, the evening display of the heavens is breathtaking. The days are filled with native birdsong and the rustle of the leaves in the woods as the wildlife goes about its daily affairs.
Coyotes howl at the full moon and the turkey’s gobble from their tree-top perches at dusk and dawn. Rabbits and deer track through the snow leaving tell-tale patterns of their traveling habits on the sparkling pristine canvas of white.
And sometimes, when I walk outside, I simply hug myself at the beauty that surrounds me. The opportunity to live what I have dreamt of — envelops me. My simple life, come true. Simplicity that is more complicated than I anticipated, but also much more educational and enjoyable.
As scary as the prospect may seem, I urge anyone with this dream to pursue it — and do so now, not simply “someday”. Twenty years from now, at retirement age, I would not have the strength or will to do what has to be done out here. It would simply seem too difficult. Now is the time. RIGHT NOW.