When life shuts a door….

Yesterday, we made an offer on a 40 acre property that we liked. Our offer was more than fair and it was higher per acre than recently sold comps in the area. The sellers were trying to hold out for more money though, and they came back at just $4,000 less than their original asking price. Not. Going. To. Happen.

Tomorrow we are going to take a second look at the second property we looked at. The property isn’t as big, but the home is in move in condition. Out of everything we’ve seen so far, it’s a serious contender. This could be our mud-pit pond!

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So far, we’ve looked at a Mennonite home that reminded me of the Weasley home from Harry Potter, a creepy man-cave home that had a loaded pistol in every room, and a time warp house that had shag brown carpet and black lights installed in the restrooms. If there is a house for every personality, we are going to have some interesting neighbors… 😛

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Knock on Wood…

DH and I found a property that we love. It’s got (almost) everything on our wishlist and it’s in an area that we really like. It needs a lot of work, but the potential is mind boggling. It was raining when we looked at it, so I didn’t get any pictures.

The property is huge. It was loved at one time, but it hasn’t been properly taken care of in many, many years. The house on the property is smaller than our current house, but with a few adjustments, it could be liveable.

We are going to have a second look at it this weekend, so we might make an offer on it within the week! I’ll try to get some pictures this time.

I’m not letting myself get emotionally attached to this place. If we get it, that’d be great. If we lose it, it wasn’t meant to be and we will find somewhere else. Considering the fact that we have to be out of our current house in less than 4 weeks, I’m surprisingly relaxed about this entire process.

I have complete faith that everything will work out.

I know the wait will be worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Processing Rabbits

 

****This post talks about butchering rabbits. There are no pictures and no specific details, but the subject matter could be hard for some people to handle. Please proceed with caution.****

 

 

We had 6 kits that were born on 2/27. Four of them were males, and two of them were females. One of the males and one of the females went to a new home. The other four went into our fridge today.

It was a hard decision to raise rabbits for meat, and I’ve been worried about it. I was afraid that I wasn’t strong enough to handle processing day. It went surprisingly easy. The hardest part was getting over the mental hurdle I had about the process. I was a vegetarian for  seven years, and I just started eating meat again last year.

It’s easy to forget where meat comes from when you buy prepackaged meat from the grocery store or farmer’s market. It’s eye opening when you are involved in the raising and butchering of your own meat. I think that anyone who eats meat should have this experience at least once.

Our rabbits had a great life with us – filled with love, healthy food, green grass, fresh water, and lots of petting. I knew each of them from birth, I know what they ate. I know how well they were cared for, and I know that I was able to hold them and thank them for their lives in their last moments.

I thought I would be grossed out, but it wasn’t as bad as I was afraid it was going to be. They were stunned and dead before they knew what happened. The butchering process was a little bloody, but it was more interesting than gruesome. Their innards looked nice and healthy. We saved as much as possible from each rabbit and everything else that was edible went to our neighbor’s dog. The furs are in my freezer, waiting for me to tan them.

It took DH about an hour to process the first rabbit. Then, he passed the meat off to me, I rinsed it off, and put it in ice water for a few minutes to cool it down. Afterwards, I put it in a ziplock, got as much air out as I could, and put it in the fridge to rest. The second one took about 30 minutes. The last two took about 15 minutes each, from start to finish.

The meat is supposed to “rest” in the fridge for 3 days or so, until rigor mortis passes. Then, I’ll cook with one and freeze the other three for later.

I’m grateful that I can give my family healthy, fresh food that was raised humanely and that died humanely.

The whole experience was humbling. I have a newfound respect for food and a newfound respect for life.

 

 

 

Out with the old, in with the new….

We are offically out of the option period for our house. The closing date was changed from the first week of June to the fourth week of June. It actually works out better for us, since now we will be closing after the school year ends. It also gives me a few week extra weeks to harvest some veggies from the garden before the seller takes over. I might even get a few zucchini this year!

We like working with our seller’s agent on the sale of our house; but we decided we needed to find a buyers agent that is local to the area we want to move to. We found a realtor in that area today and I really like her. She has a lot of inside information about the area we are looking in, and I’ve learned more from talking to her on the phone for 20 minutes than I have the entire time I’ve been independantly researching and visiting the area. I hope that she contines to be invaluable during this processs.

I’m starting to get more excited about house hunting. My goal is to find a place within the next month. That will give us 6 weeks to close, and another 3-4 weeks to get settled before school starts next fall. It’s hard to have blind faith and jump into the unknown. We’ve been very comfortable here for many years, and it would be easy to change our minds and stay here for many more years.

I hope we are doing the right thing.

 

 

The Great Property Hunt

This past week has been busy. We went under contract on our house. I think I’m still a little in shock about how quickly that happened. We have to be out of here in a little over 3 weeks. I haven’t even started to pack yet. Eeep!

Dear hubby and I went out and started to hunt for our future property. It’s hard to find exactly what we are looking for. I have to keep reminding myself that we are not looking for perfection. We are looking for something that we can turn into perfection.

I took a few pictures of some of the places we looked at.

 

An Elk Family Grazing as we drove to the first acreage that we looked at.

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Wide Open Spaces…

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A muddy tank. In rural Texas, a “tank” is a man-made pond that is usually used to store water for livestock. I’m not sure they are in the pictures, but there were a few cows avoiding the rain in the woods behind the tank. They were black angus cows and they took me by surprise. It was amazing how well they blended into the shadows of the trees.

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It was good to get out and start looking, but we still haven’t found our place yet. At least I am learning a lot in the process. It’s been fun to wander around and look at the way other people have their land laid out. We will get back out there on DH’s next day off. Until then, I have packing to do.

This is really happening…

All of our hard work paid off – our house had 21 showings in 60 hours. We had 7 offers to chose from. If all goes well, we close in 4 weeks.

It’s time to start house shopping! I’d like to time everything perfectly so that we can move straight from this house onto our new property; but I don’t think that is going to happen. I’m so grateful that my parents offered to let us crash with them for as long as we need to. That takes the pressure off of us. It’s not something we want to take advantage of though, so I hope the property we are looking for falls into our lap at just the right moment.

I cannot believe we are really doing this. I’m excited that we are finally doing this.  I’m scared of the fact that this is really happening.

I can’t tell if we are really brave or really stupid. Maybe both.

 

….And so reality begins to mold into a dream and the two star crossed lovers finally embrace.

 

 

The more you do, the more there is to do…

Have you ever noticed that the more you do, the more you find that there is to do? Eventually, your list spirals out of control until you are working from sunup to sundown at full speed towards a self imposed deadline that seems impossible to meet.

That has been the story of my April. It was non-stop with cleaning, packing, decluttering, repairing, gardening, and taking care of kids.

On a bright note – we did finish our to-do list. The house is offically ready to sell.

I’ve got oil based paint in my hair that won’t come out. My leg has a bruise the size of my palm and I have no idea how it got there. My blisters have blisters. I’m exhausted. The only reason I am still awake is because I currently lack the energy to get up and walk the short distance to my bed. Isn’t that sad?

The realtor thinks the house will sell quickly. He is confident that we will get multiple offers within a few weeks. I hope he is right, but I’m not going to hold my breath.

There are so many variables to this path we are on, and the stress of the unknown is starting to chip away at my postitivity.

I’m not sure how all of this is going to work out, but I know why we are doing this. It’s been our goal for a long time. I have to keep having Faith that it will all work out.