It’s no secret: homesteading life and projects cost money.
There’s the materials, the tools, time and all the little parts and pieces for this ONE THING you can’t do without to complete the project. Even a small project can easily go over budget.
You know those days where the big thing you have been waiting for – maybe for months, or years – FINALLY happens?
We had been dreaming of living on our own land for years and this was when it became a finally reality.
Excitement for purchasing our homestead almost left us on the wrong piece of land. With some money in the bank, we were READY to have land and start our own homestead. We fell in love with a cozy little yurt property on 5 acres with a seasonal stream.
Long story short, the owner jerked us around and ultimately we did not end up there. Otherwise, we would have happily of bought his land, and very soon after, would have figured out that we did not have enough land for our homestead desires.
For many folks, their ultimate dream might be owning land for a permaculture homestead, but it’s not always possible right away.
This was exactly our case. We knew the lifestyle appealed to us, so we wanted to find a way to start homesteading before even buying land.
Have you ever stolen a peek onto someone’s book shelf?
To me, a quick scan of their library feels like a tiny glimpse into their heart and soul, a way to know a bit of who they are without saying a word.
Permaculture. The “P” word.
It carries so much intrigue. Weight. Curiosity.
While I am young enough to have not been around when the word “organic” started floating about in the 70’s, I imagine it to be the same kinda of thing as the buzz around permaculture.
The clock is ticking, we need a home in 9 months. Our land has nothing but an old washed-out 4wd road and a well.
Where do you even begin with turning raw land into a homestead??
KA BOOOM!!
I look at the clock and it’s 1:30 am. Pitter. Patter
Pitter patter pitter pitter patter RUMMMBLE.
I jump out of bed and throw on my boots – no time for pants. I find my headlamp and open the camper door and look to the sky. Raindrops fall onto my glasses. I see lightning to the east.
What happens when you purchase 30 acres of completely raw land to develop into a permaculture homestead, live in an RV and discover your wife is pregnant two weeks after closing?
You take a deep breath, grab your tools and get to building a home – in-between hourly bouts of anxiety attacks, of course.
