Here's the skinny:
After many years of talking, discussing, dreaming, and generally putzing through life, my old man and I finally said, "Screw you, normal, we're gonna move to the mountains and start our farm...finally". And here we are. He's been here for a few months; i'm moving up permanently next week. Our goats are here, our chickens are here, our rabbits are here, one dog and the cat are here. Everything's here already...except me. Soon to be remedied!!
We have 5 acres and a tiny cabin, a temporary goat pen (which the hens have become quite fond of), chicken (yard is too strong a word...it implies too much space) pen, awesome garden, mountains all around, there's even a natural spring out back! I'll be *drumroll* staying home. Yep. Housewife. Farmwife. Homemaker. General-Doer-of-All-Things-Domestic. Gardener. Farmer. Livestock wrangler. Poop shoveller. Compost turner. And lots of other stuff i can't think of right now.
So, stay tuned folks. I'm sure hilarity will ensue as we journey down our own path to self-sufficiency and independence.