farming, farming, farming...

Got an email last night from the lady with the 100 acre wood + house for sale outside of Hometown. She wants to be neighbours! This is either really good (she took her time, looked at all the offers on the table, and decided we were the awesomest people that deserved it so she picked us) or bad (she picked someone else first, but the deal fell out for some unknown reason and so 2.5 weeks later she sends us the email).

Even though husband and I had a super long conversation about possible paths once arriving back home (one mortgage to flip house? two mortgages to flip one and house and live in the other? keep looking for land to live on outside the city? How much money we can afford/are comfortable spending at this point in our lives? etc. etc.) that pretty much negated living out in the sticks, the email last night excited me alot. At dinner, I was bemoaning the potential loss of my tiny house. As if on cue, the expensive door exposing just such a path swings wide open. Funny, that.

So we'll probably make a trip back to Hometown this weekend to check out the lot again. Don't want to rush into anything (nor force my cautious husband to). Now that the snow is melted, we should be able to walk around to the brook without sinking into the snow past our knees like last time.

And just for kicks, here is the one bedroom, 18 x 18 interior footprint floorplan I've been working on since we decided we might try a strawbale home with 2 foot walls:


The window placement could easily accomadate an partially earth-bermed house, if we so desired.

Back to my thesis now :)

Update: viewed her classified ad again last night, which mentions her choice to accept offer until Monday March 9th, then make her decision on Tuesday March 10th. So, it looks like we may not have been second pickings! Also, I've been in email contact with her - she is very friendly, open and quick to answer any questions and she said there were lots of bats nearby. I love bats!