I'm Moving. No, Ryan and I have NOT come to our senses, sold the cows, and bought a hut on a beach in Barbados.
In January we decided to build a new house. Just like that. We didn't have anything else planned for our summer. Why not?
We've rented a "summer house" around the corner from our farm, I am MADLY organizing 12 years of accumulated "stuff" and four kids into four piles: "keep", "store", "TRASH", and "donate". Not as easy as one may think. And I had some delusional grandiose idea that it was going to be orderly.
We are scheduled to demolish our old farm house the second week of June, and pour the new basement after.
Matt the contractor is promised to start August 1st. Hell or high water, he knows I'll be there with breakfast so he'd better be there with some employees~
With all that said, my phone line was ripped down by some farmer who thinks when it comes to equipment, BIGGER is better. No home phone, no internet. (p.s. the un-named farmer is not Ryan.) My FABULOUS Verizon man did come out on Memorial Day to fix the problem, since we are moving this Saturday, we decided there was no reason to put up a line to be tore down in 4 days... I miss my internet. Do you all use "google" as much as I do?