I have not felt much like writing. Sometimes I think too much, and find it difficult to get out of my own head. Usually the words come easy, but not lately.
It has been almost four months since we left our suburban life in northern Virginia. We are settling in here, enjoying the natural beauty, slower pace, friendly locals, and local food. Carl loves his job at the outfitter store – the people he works with are becoming his friends, and the customers he helps appreciate his knowledge and passion for the outdoors.
And although we do more driving here, living rural as we now do, the drives are pleasant and pass quickly, in contrast to the traffic, construction, and congestion we left behind.
But I am growing impatient. So close to this dream, one that I have carried with me since childhood, of having a home with large gardens, fruit trees, a creek. I want to be busy with the work of planting, harvesting, preserving our foods. I want to feel that connection with the seasons, the earth, and my ancestors.
So we have begun looking, in earnest. While shopping for a home can be exciting and fun, it can also be emotionally draining. The anticipation, the let-down. And the uncertainty of it all has worn me down a bit.
So far I have seen online two homesites that were the perfect manifestation of my dream. (And just as important – in my price range!) But they had contracts on them before I could even schedule a viewing. Apparently they were the perfect homes for others as well.
What am I looking for? Well, here is the image that has been in my head since I was about 14 years old:
A home with character. Open, sunny. Three bedrooms, 2 baths. At least 2 acres of land that is private and wooded, but with open sunny spaces and views of the sky. A pond. A creek. Fruit trees and berries would be nice. And we are looking to stay within 60 minutes driving time of Charlottesville, VA.
It’s hard to know the difference between “being realistic” and “settling“. I have seen lovely homes on good land and I can joyfully see myself living there. Compared to the postage-stamp yard at the townhouse I left behind, they are amazing. But they are not quite right.
We have so many choices, and that too can be overwhelming. Depending on how far out we look, the choices and prices improve. But then you become isolated, and are forced to drive long distances for everything you need – even relationships. And having younger children, I am reluctant to isolate them.
I don’t feel I have the right to complain though. After all, we are privileged to have the opportunity to pursue our dream, and to have choices at all.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, will you?