It's kinda done. Or starting to be done, at least. Offered and accepted, I'm under contract to buy a house about 2/3 of the way into town from my current house. The property is 1-1/2 acres, which is unusual that close in, but the housing crunch benefits us buyers and my lowball offer was accepted after a short negotiation.
The key part is that my commute will be about 1/3 of what it was. I'll do the math for you: it takes me 45 minutes to get to work in the morning now. It will take me 15. That's an hour a day saved. I drive to work about 230 days a year, so there's 230 hours right there. Ta Dah!
It's very close to things I want to do, so I anticipate being less alone than I currently am. The yard is garden-able, there is space for Maggie to run. Desmond, who can't go up more than one step will be a problem here, but there are non-wonderful optons so that he can at least live out his days with me, continuing to sleep 23+ hours a day. My current plan is to put my rocky 25 acres on the market soon. Anyone want a breezy hilltop house built on 25 acres of rocky goodness? Not even if it's got blueberries, apples and cherries, I mean crabapples? Onset of winter is a bad time to sell a house that requires 4-wheel drive on snowy days to even look at. The realtor wouldn't even be able to get here, ha, ha! If it doesn't sell, I could rent it out.
Thanks for the support yesterday! It felt a little wierd a few months ago when I realized that I'm more comfortable in a sketchy city neighborhood than in a sketchy country 'hood. I paused for quite a while on writing about it because I wasn't sure about the reaction of folks that "met" me when all I was writing about was learning to homestead. I'm humbled.
While I Was MIA . . .
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