Over the years I have written about how to homestead and I always include those in apartments. For urban farming is not only possible, but probably easier. I can still can and preserve. I will get a plot at the community garden. (I’ll have some community garden plot, eh?!) I can turn raw milk from a share into cheese. I can grow herbs on the balcony. I can also ride my bicycle around town and walk most places. How cute will I be on my bike with my basket of produce from my garden plot riding to my home just a few blocks away?
Doug and I had decisions to make. We could stay with our friend and pay lower rent plus housework and save up. I am indebted to our friends for their kindnesses and keeping Doug and I off the streets last year. But, y’all know how much Martha Stewart I like to channel and it may seem strange and maybe some folks won’t understand but I need a place to nest. To decorate. I need a home.
We thought about farming on our friend’s property for a year but decided that we have continually put out all of our available resources to improve other folks’ property and then have to leave and enough is enough. We will save money for a farm and in a few years perhaps will sit on our own piece of property but in the meantime, it just makes us sad. No farm and no place to nest?
We are moving to a beautiful apartment on the top floor facing west with a balcony and some perks this farmgirl has not had in a long time. Dishwasher, dryer, gas fireplace, holy smokes, people! I’m gonna get spoiled!
It’s just a few blocks from Doug’s work and walking distance to everything. Twenty-five minutes to my shop. Close to the kids, friends, and the library!
We feel like we are eighteen years old again. Moving out with a double bed and a table. Hoping we can afford it all. Excited to be together in our own place.
So here’s to our new adventure and urban homesteading (while drinking a glass of wine by the gas fireplace). The next chapter begins…