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“My dad says your house is on wheels.”

One of our first guests after we moved into our new home was Eva, one of Maia’s good friends.  She looked up at me with those big black eyes, and uttered those words completely straight-faced, like she was telling me two plus two equals four.

“Yes, Eva,” I said with a smile and a little laughter, “your dad is right.”

That night, I told Joe about our interaction.  He sat on the edge of the bed and laughed, “I actually took the wheels off, but she’s right.”

Eva was six at the time.  And that age, there’s no judgment.   There were no beliefs about our home being too small or being too impermanent.  No comments about it not being a real house.  Just, “…your house is on wheels.”  It was factual.  And that was all.

The desires had been there, but the beliefs, the judgments about how life is supposed to go play their part.

I remember Joe and I meeting with our first mortgage broker.  After going over our paperwork, she told us how much house we could afford, and concluded with, “…and you’re both educated and gainfully employed, so we can believe your incomes will continue to rise.”  We can believe.  That is how it works.  You graduate, you get the job, your income continues to rise.  And the belief that will make us happy.

It can be scary when you realize what you want doesn’t fit in the algorithm.  It can be scary to know that if you follow your heart, your income may not continue to rise.  The figuring out of how to live on less to gain more of what you want.  To give up 2000 square feet.  To give up the company car.  To give up the belief and judgment about what that will be like.  How will we live?  Can we afford it?  Can we do it?

The story plays out in your mind.  All of the what if’s and how can’s –  and then comes the realization.  The story in your mind is just that – a story.  We can decide.  We can create our own algorithm.  And what was in the space where the story was is now just room.  Room to fill with whatever we desire.  As my cousin told me, “Now the Universe can fill that space with whatever you desire. Be creative, dream big.”

I learned a lot from Eva that day.  That our trailer was just that – a trailer.  We could make it, and our life out here, whatever we wanted.  And we made it our home.

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A New Beginning – 2

I thought, I can do anything for a couple of years.  In the scale of a lifetime, a couple of years is a blip, especially when you have 2 small kids.  Time seems to move so fast, so a couple of years, no problem.  I can do this.  I can live anywhere for a couple of years.

When trying to find a shelter to live in while we make our new home – and that’s what we considered it, a shelter – we had lots of ideas.  We initially wanted a trailer/mobile home, just because that seemed the most comfortable on the list of options, but one was hard to find.  We didn’t want a new one – $50,000 for a temporary home wasn’t an option.  That was the number I heard from various mobile home dealers I called.  Used ones in the paper were suspect.  Descriptions like “haz-mat clean-up” and “salvageable” were used in several descriptions.  So we discussed, in no particular order:

-Yurts,

– building the barn first and living there while we build the house

– trying to somehow fix up the trailer that came with the property

– a camper (Joe read an article about a family of 6 that lived in a camper off the grid for 5 years.  I drew the line.)

After the last suggestion, desperation mode hit and I dove head first into finding us a place to live.  Luckily, it didn’t take long.

I pulled up my laptop and went to CraigsList.  I typed “mobile home” into the search bar, hit enter, and the first line read:  “Like New Mobile Home, 1995, 900 sq ft, Judah.”  Judah, Indiana.  Not far away at all.  Twenty minutes south of Bloomington.  1995 – did you know a trailer is classified like a car, with a year?  Anyway, I called right away and spoke to one of the owners, a twenty-something woman who lived in the trailer with her husband on her family’s property.  She was desperate to have her mother out of her business, we were desperate for somewhere to live.  Win-win.  Joe and I went to look at it the next day.

Our new home

Honestly, when I walked in, it was a life changing moment.  Not only did it widen my narrow-minded viewpoint on trailer living, it was like taking that first deep breath of air after swimming underwater.  It was exactly what we needed and no more.   Bring our possessions that were both beautiful and useful and leave everything else behind. It would be a chance to design our life from the ground up.

A new life was beginning.  A life of less inside and more outside, less stuff and more doing.  A life of less leading to a life of more.

A New Beginning

Our first hike
Maia on our first hike on the land, the day after we closed.

I’d been waiting for the doctor to sign for about 15 minutes.  That’s typical in the life of a drug rep, standing in the back of the office hallway, waiting for the doctor to sign for samples.  That’s when I heard her voice: “You’re the drug rep that bought the Richardson farm, aren’t you?”  My head turned to the side – I saw a redhead in scrubs, a nurse I hadn’t met before.  I was confused for a couple of different reasons:  1) How does this stranger know we just “bought the Richardson farm”? and 2) see number one.   A handful of people knew we purchased the property.   It had been a total of 3 days since we’d closed.   “Um, yes, we did buy the Richardson farm.  How’d you know that?”, I responded.  The answer told me a lot about the place we were about to make our new life.

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A Day in May

I remember thinking, I’ll turn off here and drive Mt. Gilead home.  There was really no reason to do so.  I was in Brown County for work and Mt. Gilead was not on the way home. At the time, we lived in a sweet, little bi-level in a subdivision on the south side of Bloomington, Indiana.  But something was pulling me that way.  So I turned right off of Highway 46 on to Gettys Creek and steered up toward Mt. Gilead, not really sure why.

We had looked at a house for sale on Mt. Gilead once before.  It was a fixer-upper on 5 acres and we were excited.  A life in the country to raise our little girl – Maddie was just a few months old at the time.  My husband Joe, being the carpenter, was ready to take it on.  But when he and his contractor buddy, Lee, climbed underneath to scope out the foundation, it instantly went from a cosmetic renovation to a “this is going to be major construction” renovation.  Joe explained what it meant – more money than we thought and more dust than a baby should experience.  We walked away.

So 2 houses and another little girl later, Joe and I started to get the itch again.  Joe spent time in Montana during college, I spent most of my childhood on 10 acres.  We knew our long term goal was to be on a larger piece of land – to raise our girls, to grow some food, to possibly raise some animals.  Still to this day, I’m not sure why I chose to drive down Mt. Gilead.  But I did.  And there was the For Sale sign.  I called when I got home.

It was 85 acres that had been split into 3 parcels.  The 5 acres with the house had an accepted offer.  The 20 acres across the street was under contract.  And then these words on the other end of the line: “But ma’am, there is still 55 acres for sale adjacent to the house.  Would you like me to send you some information?”  More than we had ever considered.  More than we needed.  More than we thought we could handle.  I spoke to Joe.  Could we do this?  Maybe.  We have to at least go look at it.  So we did.  We fell in love.  Pasture, woods, ravine. But there were still questions….Can we afford it?  There’s no house on this land.  Where will we live?

We went home and talked about it.  I called the bank. I actually called several.  Hearing words like “fifty percent down on land purchases” and “liquid assets” and “net worth”, I started to think, this may not be the time.  I made one more call – a small, hometown bank.  Come in, let’s talk, is what they said.  Oh, you have a piece of land you already own?  We can use that as collateral, they said.  Joe and I talked.  And prayed.  And looked at our girls sleeping soundly in their beds.  And we made an offer.

And here we are.  Four years later.  A lot has happened in those four years.  A lot more, I hope, will continue to happen.   I am going to share it with you here.  I hope you stay and keep me company.

Blessings

Seja