First off, did you notice that I didn’t call you a “wanna-be” homesteader? That was on purpose.
I firmly believe that someone can be a honest-to-goodness homesteader, even if they live in town–but more on that in a minute.
I’ve read your emails. And your comments. And your Facebook messages.
I’ve heard about your longings for a homestead with land. And how badly you want to experience those frothy buckets of raw milk from your very own goats. And pantries full of mason jars brimming with colorful produce. And kids playing barefoot outside chasing chickens.
And I smile and nod as I read every paragraph.
Because I can relate. For real.
I’ve I always had a strong
obsession desire for the rural way of life, but I wasn’t born into it.
I know what it feels like to want something so bad, but to not be at that place in life. It’s tough sometimes, huh? You want it so desperately, it almost hurts.
This letter is for you.
Because I want you to realize that, even though you might not have that perfect 40-acre Little-House-on-the-Prairie homestead fantasy, you still have the opportunity to do something big. And important.
You have the opportunity to make an impact. Right where you are, right now.
By embracing where you are at in life at this very moment in time–whether that be an apartment, or a suburb, or a teeny 1/2-acre lot on the outskirts of town–and making THAT your homestead.
Because I am of the opinion that a suburban-dwelling soccer-mom of three can be just as much of a homesteader as I am–if she puts her mind to it.