A quiet piece of land, a garden, and a hut. That's my aging homesteader's goal. In my late 50s, I still negotiate with my back each day. Lots of stuff to get done on the land. My back and I usually agree on the type of fulcrums, winches, and 2x4 scaffolds I come up with to cover for my physical decline. I gave up my plans to change the world long ago, and have given up all the "some day" hopium that plagued my 40s, which were both far worse on my back than sacks of concrete.