!!Update!!
Dear Dungarees,
Here’s a bullet point update:
We had our first family farm meeting,
Finances have been discussed and my gorgeous other half and I are contributing our stunning personalities as my parents contribute most of the financial pieces. Seems more of an IOU-type situation. They have assured us it is not.
We spotlessly cleaned every surface of our homes,
We packed more things away,
We put our houses on the market,
We waited as realtors paraded couples through our homes with bated breath,
We got our first offer and are now under contract,
We may be moving sooner than we thought,
We watched videos of our inherited goats and trauma llama, and I fell even more in love,
We watched countless homestead videos. All were very droll, boring, yet informative, but serious snore fests. Some said things like teat and doe vulva, (none of which we were ready to hear), and others showed goats milk butter recipes, frolicking goats, and endless ideas for building things out of other things. Many had ugly cabinets, and no desire to have a clean house. Im not sure where I fit into this new land. These are not my people.
Which makes me even more set on filling a gap in the homestead community by infusing it with humor, beauty, and not just logical boring facts and poorly made lean-to’s. (No offense to the dude building his new storage shed from hollow core doors and asbestos)
We (mom and I) have already planned our first theatrical vlog post complete with characters, wardrobe, style, and props.
Side note…Has anyone met my mom? She is pure comedy. Between her and I and our ridiculous propensity for belly laughter at any given moment over seemingly benign things, this journey together should be incredible. Also, she is really good at making houses homes. Our new home will be lit. Dope. Rad. Just Trying to cover all the 90’s cool kid terms I can think of.
We have all had many emails, phone calls, and texts from well-meaning friends and family asking us WTF we are thinking selling our gorgeous, giant houses in the beautiful town of Polson in exchange for a small house and a farm,
Let me illustrate: A friend/coworker lost a few friends this week in a super random, freak accident. Sobering, to say the least. I don’t fear the great beyond but it was a reminder that anything can happen at any time. We could stay here, in our cozy, big, beautiful homes enjoying the expansive elbow room and comfort this space affords. But I am convinced now more than ever that I don’t want to get to the end of my days and wonder why I didn’t take the leap. These doors have flung wide and we are collectively walking the path laid out before us almost as grandly as if it were velvet carpet. Thank you God for clear direction, and thank you also for well-meaning family and friends. I assure you we haven’t lost our minds.
Whelp….*said with a drawl, a clutch of my overall suspenders and a piece of wheat in my teeth* there’s the latest. To my people who know I’m fabulous but quirky, thank you for following our adventures. I’d like to showcase our current ranch dog.
Bug. The farm pug. You’re welcome.
