For the last 3 years I’ve lived on a half acre property that I called a farm. There was one gigantic pig, two dogs, nine cat, broken into two groups of four and five that weren’t allowed to interact with each other, a bunch of chickens, and a mean rooster that I blogged about regularly.
I left that life behind rather spontaneously, and moved out west to live on a bigger farm. I brought almost nothing with me. This farm is 49 acres and has nine cows two dogs eight ducks five chickens nine cats and 45 purebred Havanese dogs that have been bred or are still breeding It has a side business.
It’s where my sister and her husband live and now I live here too. It’s in the country a 20 minute drive from non-farm civilization and it’s been quite an adjustment. But that’s what I thrive on. Accepting and adapting.
Machinery is quite nice. Less stress. Fewer expenses. I can survive on the minimal income my business still provides.
So far, I’d say it’s nice. It’ll be a while before the guilt sets in and bothers me.