My friend and fellow blogger, Debbie, wrote that my blog yesterday was just what she needed to hear. In fact a few folks said that it was lovely and optimistic. It doesn’t come naturally all the time. I have the same antsy feeling that everyone I know has when their roots are shaky. Debbie is looking for the perfect property. Lisa inherited property but now is working on the driveway, well, barn, eventually the house, but I know she is anxious to wake up in her new kitchen one day and have it finished. Amy and Rob (I talked about them in Cohabitating Homesteads) are waiting for the darn bank and contractors to start working together to get the ground broke so they can stop living in their RV! My cousin, Julie, and her husband are plotting their escape to the forty acres his dad owns in the mountains. The beginning of their off grid journey, which while they live with another couple, seems like a million plans away.
Since we failed so miserably at finances in our previous life I always used the optimistic tone of, “Well, it’s nice renting. Someone else fixes everything (we haven’t heard from our landlords in two years), we can move to the next great farmhouse (if they accept cats), we can move wherever we want, no strings attached (true, many of my friends and family that would like to move cannot sell their houses), but still, down in that root chakra somewhere, there is unrest. We need roots. We need to feel like we have security. We want to plant a freaking orchard! Indeed, anything can happen, all bets are off when it comes to real life. Our partner could pass away, our businesses could end, our health could fail, the crops may be ruined, so really, everything is a walk of faith.
Our faith is in the hope that we will have a place to set down roots. Our next move will be our last (but hopefully not short lived!). Unlike our friends and family, they have a set area they can see. They know they can buy a place, or have already inherited the place, or already have had help buying a place, but we know nothing. We walk completely blinded up the hill holding hands and holding onto faith that when we get to the top of the hill (next year when the lease ends), our future is beautiful. That the yurt…cabin…farmhouse…hell, shack at this point…will be waiting for us with open arms, the future barns and gardens waiting to come to life (or could they already be there?….woo hoo!).
Lack of contentment is one of the main reasons for unrest and unhappiness. I have no desire to waste a full year being antsy and unhappy. Just like when I saw the ad in the paper for the house in Elizabeth when we needed to jump ship from our house going underwater, or when I had to pick up Emily’s boyfriend and drove past this house, the next place is already planned out for me. Patience and making the most of right now are the goals. There is always the chance that we will not be alive next year, may as well enjoy life now. However, this is something that we constantly have to remind ourselves.
We have prospects. We intend to live with Amy and Rob if all goes as planned. We could move with my cousin if it all worked out. God may have a completely different plan for us. But in the meantime, we are preparing for the unknown. Did you know that if you express your desires and intentions, they will always come true? That is where the sayings self fulfilled prophesies and careful what you wish for came from. I wish for a homestead that I can stay at for the rest of my life. I wish for barns and outbuildings, a huge garden, a view, a farm, a homestead. It would be better with another couple to help with the huge task of homesteading. Now, I prepare. I can’t see what the future and timing holds but I can be ready when God says go. The piano is back on Craigslist. Why do I have seven sets of dishes? Beats me. I have a bit of an obsession with beautiful china. The dishes are next. One…okay two…sets of dishes are quite sufficient. I will get down to 1/3 of my possessions. I haven’t raised my prices in almost five years. I will raise everything one dollar. Enough clients have encouraged me to do so. I am still cheaper than the health food store with better product. My costs have gone up, there is no reason that I shouldn’t. That dollar goes into the proverbial coffee can for the move next year. I walk blindly, but I walk in faith. Prepare for your goals. Your dreams are about to come true!