hi kat...
i was pretty much facing the decision that you are now facing in april of last year :) i wouldn't be afraid of it...sounds pretty good given that i have no idea about so many things...then again...i don't have to...if it is where you KNOW you want to be...go for it...fruit trees and berry bushes are WONDERFUL for those of us who don't mind the
bees! :)
i don't know where you are from...and to be honest with you...i am from rural arkansas...i have lived pretty much all of my life down a dirt road on the timberlands and the farmlands of southwest arkansas where my parents, grandparents, great grandparents, and even great great grandparents lived (i was the last of my family name on my daddy's side to leave our little town)...before moving to the river valley here in arkansas...where i am safely tucked away between the ozarks and the ouachita mountains...
now, i tell you all of that because when i moved here...there was so little of a difference in my life that i would swear on God's Holy Word that i am still back home in the timberlands if i didn't know better...almost NOTHING has changed for me here...EXCEPT the fact that the few close neighbors i now have (which i had none) have proved to be such a HUGE BLESSING TO US....i can not even begin to count the ways!!! thing is, about rural arkansas...especially rural arkansas, people choose to live in a very different way from the masses...the people here are...LOL...hmmmm....well we are different!!! :) it is horrible if you don't fit in...and you wont last long...i tell ya that...but, if you do...there is not another more wonderful
experience in the world!!! it is the closest i have ever found to heaven...but the folks who lived here before...would tell you it was the closest thing they ever found to hell!
they were a younger couple who wanted so much to leave the
city and move to the mountains to homestead...they had no skills...just dreams...and their only source of income was the closest town 45 minutes...of which a heck of a lot of...was dirt road...i was used to that...they were not...
we have a source of income...and we owe no man...they did not
we are steeped in our history of living in a very secluded, and private manner...they were not
we had experience in rural arkansas...and although they were arkies...they were NOT rural arkies...VERY VERY BIG DIFFERENCE!
not one neighbor around here bonded with them...they didn't bond with one neighbor...and i don't know who hated who the most...gossip flies!
they didn't know how to, nor were they willing, to learn to do a cotton pickin thing...and round here that doesn't fly... the outbuildings and the cabin that are here...they had neglected almost to the point of no return...seriously...it was BAD...when we moved in...our neighbors came one by one and gawked and gasped!
of the year that they struggled to make it here, not one neighbor knew their names, or ANY THING about them...and that wasn't good in a culture where your good name is EVERYTHING! if they needed anything, no one around here knew it, nor did they care...that poor girl painted EVERYTHING white, including the fireplace and rock floor of this little cabin...i think...in an effort to not feel so boxed in...she had completely quit supporting her husband...and everything for them was out of control...hell, they had to pay an additional 5,000 to pay off their
mortgage so they could
sell this to us...no joke...we felt so sorry for them...we paid them MORE than they were asking just to get them out of here!
i could write a book about all of that!!!
now, you ask? why did we move here? cause i KNOW the heartbeat of a community like this...it is in my blood...and i share it...and i hold dear to it, lest it escapes me!!! for as long as i draw breath...i am gonna be a rural arkie!!! there is just no way im leavin the woods, lessen im dead--even then plans are to bury me in the little country cemetery near my dad and mom :)
but today i am still kickin and breathin...LOL...and seriously...all of this is sooooo important...at least in my neck of the woods...like i said...rural arkie, southern missouri, eastern oklahoma, pretty much the ouachita, ozark, boston mountainous areas...has a heartbeat all it's own...and if it is not your heartbeat...if you don't want it bad enough to make some very VERY necessary adjustments to the way you think, live, and communicate with others...you may very well be in for a big unwanted surprise.
by changing the way of your thinking...i mean ya gotta see your neighbors as family...even the bad ones...and TREAT them as such...
live...ya gotta live...get out there...reach out there...learn to make a peach cobbler...and they will love you for it!!! respond when an elderly neighbor lady comes cryin and sayin her beloved jersey cow is down...and can't get up...her husband is at work and can't be home till afternoon, the poor thing has pushed out her innards in effort to raise...you BETTER get that gun (which i hope you have) and go get that baby out of her misery...and help this lady...you BETTER suck it up and get er done...cause you see...that was her best friend!!! that 'jersey cow' has been giving
milk to orphan baby calves around here for years..up to four at a time...you better be able to do it...even if you can't...and there is no time for thinking, and she LOVES that cow...you better have it down...cause what you do comes back to you 10 fold.
the way you live...out here you live like everyone else does....PLEASE DON'T COME DRIVING A STINKING sports car down this dirt road..cause crazy meth head a*** down the road...is probably gonna pick you off when you go by his house...steal your money and then sell your car...just joking...BUT, he probably will run you off the road on purpose :) the rest of us will just laugh...cause ya had it comin...and it makes for a pretty funny story, really.
BLEND IN!!! learn to be a family... if you don't already know how to do that...folks round here are plain spoken and honest...they'll tell ya...gotta know that...either they will make ya or break ya, and there isn't much room for the faint of heart :) listen to them and learn...
the way you communicate...LEARN THAT IT IS OK TO ASK FOR HELP!!! these folks have more knowledge in their heads about how to live in these mountains than i will ever have in my little pinky! they know the trails...they know the land...the water...the animals...they can tell ya about neighbor a***...and be honest about it...but, by golly, you better love a***--his family has lived here forever and his great aunt was married to my fourth cousin twice removed...LOL...a***is FAMILY...AND YOU HAD BETTER JUST LOVE A***...beat the shit out of him if he steals from you...then make sure he gets a blueberry pie for dinner...or you could start an all out war around here!!! :) ask for help when you need it...folks here would do ANYTHING to help someone who helps themselves (unless you are blessed enough to be born around here...in which case...they will help you anyway) but if you are not born here...you have to EARN respect...and that starts by learning to learn your neighbors...GO MEET THEM...feel what they feel...ask questions......are they anything like you?
maybe you aren't in arkansas...if not...maybe all of this meandering will
answer a question about moving here for someone else...maybe you can use some small little something in your decision making process...i sure hope so...if you are the more cautious kind, you can find out about your potential neighbors and life there by listening in on the 'round table' discussions being had by the
local farmers over a cup of hot
coffee in the morning hours...we have one diner...and what a diner it is!!! most everyone descends from the mountain on friday (fish) night or sunday after church...we have a few of those...and also...a trading post where folks meander throughout the day...lots can be learned just by observing...and asking...just don't get TOO nosey! :)
i have attached a jpeg of our land layout...we moved from a pretty large and secluded place...i am a little older now, and i have ALWAYS wanted to move to the mountains, wherever that might have been...for us, it was to this little 'under 10' and i was scared to death!!! and boys, through all of the hardships and struggles, sadness and paring down, i am glad i made that move--i am living the dream--FINALLY :)