Su Ba wrote:We took the leap so I'd like to relay a few thoughts.....
...switching to an agrarian lifestyle doesn't necessarily mean that you're heading to a simplistic, easy lifestyle. It's not the urban/suburban rat race for sure. But it's just different. I've worked physically harder as a homestead farmer than I did working in veterinary medicine. The problems and skills are different, but they are there none the less.
...moving to the country doesn't mean that you leave your troubles behind. Regretfully or not, we carry our personal baggage with us where ever we settle. Expecting the country life to cure them won't.
...if I weren't passionate about developing a homestead farm, I would have quit long ago. I see people move to my area and leave again between 6-24 months. They discovered that rural living wasn't what they envisioned. So many people when they make a change like this find themselves moving toward a fantasy dreamland, not reality. Reality comes as a shock.
...ask yourself if you're a rural person in your heart. Are you passionate about it? Passion can carry you a long distance. I was wanting to be a farmer since I was 12 years old. But I got forced into a different direction. I managed to make it veterinary medicine which was at least an agriculture category. So I'm a rural type person, although I was city born. Hubby on the other hand is a city boy. He calls himself a city boy who enjoys living in the country, but he's not the farmer.
...we made the life change in our mid 50's. I think that if you really want it, you can make the change at any age. How you go about it will be different according to your age.
We have no regrets making the switch. I never did. Hubby went through 2 years of waffling between staying and leaving. A couple trips back to New Jersey convinced him that our homestead and community was his preferred choice.
Now that I'm in my early 70's, I've had people who I knew go through hospice care and eventually die. Too many of them voiced regrets about various things in their lives. One of my own personal fears was that I was going to die without ever trying my dream of becoming a farmer. Well, I won't have any regrets on that issue. I ditched the modern city life and successfully moved to the farm. I like it. By the way, I'm working on avoiding having regrets when I die. I decided I wanted a pony, so I got one. I wanted to raise sheep and pigs, so I am. I wanted to be food independent, and I can be. I wanted miniature cattle, and having researched it, decided that was a poor choice, so I didn't get them.
Family is the number one reason people here have given up their dreams and moved back to the mainland. It's a personal choice that each person has to make for themselves. Hubby and I decided that we were no longer going to be enablers for our family members. It was about time to wean them. So we did.