I knew I couldn't just pack up and leave. I mean, I could have, but my daughter's priorities came first and I wasn't willing to uproot her from everything she loved just to satisfy my horsey desires. Razz moved to a barn where I did make many friends, and I think he was happier there too. The return to the Motherland was still nagging at me though, so hubby and I started to make plans for a move when the right time came.
This past summer, kiddo graduated high school & headed to college. She's attending a school in the mountains almost to the Georgia border, the extreme other end of the state from where we lived. I had nothing keeping me at the beach any longer, it was time to move!
So here I am back home, after all the years of first thinking about it, then talking to others & planning. This has finally happened and it's a bit surreal.
|home at last|
It's also been a lot of work. First of all, I'm up here without my husband. He stayed behind to sell the house and keep a good paying job while I came up to get everything ready and learn to live on wages half of what I'd been making. The farm is located in the northwestern corner of the state at the foot of the first row of Appalachian mountains. It's also the fifth poorest county in NC with a median household income of less than $40,000. That figure is for a double income family. Ouch.
The house and barn were both built by my grandfather back in 1938. He was a master carpenter and everything was built super solid. The house has been rented out since Grandpa passed in 1991. The bachelor that lived there the past five years was not a good housekeeper and I have been dusting, scrubbing and sanitizing every day for two weeks straight. The farm consists of 100 acres total, most of which is leased out to a beef cattle farmer. Other than maintaining the fence line, he hasn't managed the land well at all. The whole farm needs bush hogged something terrible. The barn hasn't been used for livestock in decades and has required a total remodel. It hurts my heart to see this place so run down, my folks always kept it immaculate.
But I have been chugging right along, going to my day job, then coming home to work on the barn for a couple hours a day til we loose daylight, then going inside the house and cleaning. My body is tired. My mind is tired. It won't get done unless I do it, so I keep on with the end goal in mind. Dad has been great throughout the whole thing. Working in the barn during the day while I'm at my day job. He's 72 and out there busting his ass like he's 40. I worry about him hurting himself or something worse, out there alone all day.
After two weeks of intense labor it's starting to look like a home again. The house needs the trim painted and a new bathtub but is otherwise done. I also have Razz's pasture up and the barn is ready for him. We still have a lot to do in the barn but for now it's horse safe and ready enough.
So how about some progress pics?
|move in day|
|block garage was added on in the 1960s,|
along with indoor plumbing
|I finally have the front porch|
I've always wanted! just need
|view I get to enjoy from front|
porch, complete with cold beer
|driveway, the main road is along|
treeline in distance. pasture on right
will get fenced off for my horses for
riding and grazing once it's cleaned up
|the barn. brush & weeds still need|
cleared away out front
|directly to the right of barn,|
new fence I installed separating
horses & cows
|barn is a bank barn & crib barn,|
I'm learning all about old school
Appalachian building styles
|upper pasture, walnut trees need to|
come down so I can sew some grass.
I'm a little sad about cutting trees
|barn aisle, had to bring in dirt to|
level out. discount building materials
came pre-decorated with phallus.
the nuts were cut off so anyone who
sees it now thinks it's an arrow hehe.
tack room will be in the back where
boards are temporarily nailed up
|inside Razz's stall. buckets have since|
been hung, and the original stall door
was trimmed to fit & hung in the window
on the block wall to keep weather out.
It's nowhere near done, but ready for Razz to move in on the 29th. Originally he was moving in this weekend, but the end of the month will work out much better with my schedule. I can't wait to get him here and ride around the property. Even though the cows are here I can still ride it all, and you better believe I'm gonna!