Skip to main content

The Calvert Casa

As of 3:30 this afternoon, I became a homeowner.  The nerves were definitely there, knowing I was taking on this endeavor on my own.  The past year has been full of ups and downs.  I do feel content about the whole situation and that makes my heart happy. 


Downsizing by 1075 feet has me feeling a bit overwhelmed.  Where am I going to put all of my stuff?  Will there be enough room for the dogs to run around?  Can I fix this?  Where should I put that?  Over the past few days, I have been able to move all of my belongings and have began the decorating process.  I keep telling myself that the long to-do list doesn't have to be accomplished overnight, though I wish it could! 

Through the whole move I have found that I have an AMAZING support system.  They are making sure that all of the electrical is good, replacing what isn't, and making sure that I am completely fine with every detail.  A year ago, I thought I was losing so much. Today I realize that I have gained more than I could have ever imagined.  I am happy.  I have my smile back.  I am free. 


I can't wait to update the blog with renovations of the new house.  The Calvert Casa is my sweet little 825 sq. ft. home.  Me and Murphy and Franklin are sure to fill this place with sweet memories.  I so appreciate all of the kind words, prayers, and well wishes from all of those who mean so much to me. 


Comments

  1. .ada.b.November 27, 2017 at 2:55 PM

    So cute! Great post! Can’t wait to see it!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. UnknownNovember 27, 2017 at 3:44 PM

    Congratulations! Seeing how I have spent the last 15 years in the same size space as your going into, I can honestly say that once you get used to the small size you'll never want any bigger!

    House is looking great!

    Your Uncle TimmyG

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Old Paths

Ok.  So picture the Judd's singing, "Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days."  Let that tune stick in your mind as you read the following paragraphs.  I love the old ways of life that have mysteriously found me.  I was raised in the city limits of Scottsville, Kentucky.  I loved looking at the "moo cows" that just so happened to be in our backyard, separated by a fence, thanks to a neighbor who owned just enough land to accommodate them.  They were friendly for the most part, but I always longed for one of them to let me feed it from my bare hands.  I got close a few times, but their skiddish demeanor left them just out of reach.  My small city life as a child was good, safe, and reliable.  My parents worked their tails off, ensuring that bills were paid and we had food on the table.  We bought new tennis shoes, once a year at the beginning of school.  We were never allowed to wear them out of the house until that first day of...
Post a Comment
Read more

One Bad Day

I thought I would take a minute to help explain a part of the homesteading life that seems to throw people off. Let me first say that we hate killing our animals. But ultimately, there comes a day when we prep and plan to do just that. The animals we have on our property have a purpose. The dogs help alert if there are predators after our critters. The chickens produce eggs and meat for the freezer. We also raise rabbits. We have a few that we keep for breeding purposes but their offspring will eventually be harvested. On “killing day” our anxiety is usually high, hoping that everything dies as humanely as possible. Again, we don’t enjoy killing these animals that we have raised since birth. At the same time, we’re not just raising pets. We are raising animals that will help sustain us. All of this was new to me until a couple of years ago. I didn’t know how I would handle the slaughtering of our livestock. But I knew that if I wanted to live a life of self-reliance, I would have...
Post a Comment
Read more

What's Your Beans?

This year, Andrew and I took on a huge endeavor of tripling our garden compared to last summer.  We've had an abundance of cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes, and peppers.  However, our beans were lacking sufficiently to the point that I was about to purchase fresh green beans elsewhere.  I mean, I only had four jars left in my cupboards from last year's harvest.  I needed my beans!  I would look at posts on Facebook of friend's abundant bean harvest, and I'll be honest, I felt completely defeated.  We purposely planted two huge rows to ensure that we would have beans coming out of our ears.  And here we were, at the end of July, with no beans.  About a week ago we were in the garden, picking tomatoes, deciding if it was time to rip up some of our crops that were on their way out, and plotting on other crop endeavors.  Andrew decided to take a look at the beans, and low and behold we had beans.  Our bean bushes were not even worthy to be ca...
1 comment
Read more