Today, we took the hour drive from our home to our soon-to-be farm. We just sat in the driveway of a place we don’t own yet, alone, discussing the different possibilities. Where should we start, are we crazy for doing this whole farm thing, could we add some housing here or there. Really the neighbors probably already think we are crazy. We don’t care, we are crazy.
Have you ever felt like if you talk about something too much, brag to someone, get too excited that somehow you will break the system and cause something NOT to happen? I have!
So, while we wait for the dance of the banks to end, I do what keeps me sane. I try to plan. Not that overly excited, plan every move planning – just allowing myself to start thinking about what needs to go to the farm. Allowing myself to entertain the idea of filling a box to go to the farm kitchen. I am pretty determined NOT to buy new stuff. I am planning a good deal of household thinning, hitting some yard-sales, salvation army shopping etc. We will be balancing two places for a while at least, so penny pinching will ensue.
So, I will make lists. Lists of what needs to be packed and lists for second hand shopping trips. Lists of what i need to get done while we are waiting. Lists of the million things i need to do that has nothing to do with the farm. Lists of the stuff I already have so I don’t buy / find it again. Lists of the goals I have for my farming adventure that are my own.
Lists of lists have begun, lookout – Momma is planning!
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