Everyday is focused on planning and problem solving. And I have had sooooo many moments of WTH was I thinking. But I love being where I am. I love working the land. I have much to learn- a long way to go, and I actually hadn’t wanted this. One of my children, when I was looking at homes, was obsessed with the IDEA of homesteading and “having chickens.” We had to have “3 acres.” Well, the idea got old for that child, real quick, but I fell in love with the property. That child is now 21 and wants to live in the city 🤷‍♀️ so here I am learning and as I do, teaching my 13-year-old. This wasn’t MY dream, but it is now. I’m pretty broke at this point because of the property, so most of what I do is without any real equipment. I’m slowly earning calluses on my hands, my muscles are usually sore, and I love it. It’s not going to be an easy winter. And there is a jerk in the area very focused on trying to intimidate me. But I love this life that I didn’t plan. This is my forever place.…