How we started our homestead crash course…
The year is 2025, housing is a wreck, money is all over the place, and door dash is doing our grocery shopping. Do I have any door dash readers? Because why do ya’ll have it out for me? I get the greenest bananas and the most fatty cuts of meat this side of the Mississippi and I still tip 20% because there cant be 2 monsters in this equation! I digress…
We fall in love with a 2400 square foot house that smells like dog, has bird feathers stuck in the crevisies, and 12 acres of water table. Somehow we thought, yup… this is perfect. Mind you it’s over an hour of highway driving from work. But we are smitten. I’m over here planning out at home wedding. He’s deciding where his shooting range will be. I’m judging what fences can be salvaged and he’s deciding which one of the 3 living rooms will be sectioned off for his weekly get together with the boys. And then comes the reality. We have inspections done, it’s ugly. Reeeeal ugly. Electrical, nah. Plumbing, whats that? Crawl space who? HVAC none existent. This place is a money pit with a cherry on top. The seller is dillusional. And we are heart broken. We decide to walk away.